I gave him his key back yesterday and he was not expecting it. I’m not sure why seeing as he hasn’t tried to talk to me in a month. He asked if I wanted to talk.. I didn’t but figured it was something that needed to happen. He needed to know how he treated me was not acceptable. Hardest conversation ever. I felt like I was talking to a stranger not an old best friend. He apologized and said he wanted to be friends still. I told him I wasn’t sure seeing as he really hurt me. I’d need time regardless and he understood. He told me that the last couple weeks he’d been telling people stories, most of which I was in. All good happy memories. I’m sad he ruined it.. But sometimes life throws shit at you your not expecting… All I know is I am now officially on recovery. But I’m still happy about the way things in life are looking right now. granted I have days where I’m sad and miss the good ol’ days but for now I’m smiling and just living for the moment as best I can.