I was tempted to name this post "Pigs and Hell"—meaning pigs can fly, and hell freezes over—but it was too vague for what I am feeling.
First, I never thought Hunter would reach out to me, yet he did. Second, I never thought he would apologize for being so angry with me, yet he did. See? Pigs can fly, and hell freezes over.
For many years, I have prayed that Hunter (and Connor, but that's another post) would find his way back to me, so I could share his history with him. I gave Hunter the link to this blog with one request: that he didn't break my heart again.
September 3, 2024, 12:49 am. "This is the last phone number that I can remember that you may have had. If this is who I think it is, you were right, and I could not have been more wrong a day in my life. He used me until I didn't serve any purpose anymore. He discarded me like trash. Mom, if this is you, I'm so sorry."
Dear Hunter,
Thank you for taking a leap of faith and reaching out to me. You see, I kept the same phone number, despite moves to different area codes, in the hopes that you would remember it -- and remember me. And you did. To say I was shocked to see a text from you would be an understatement. I thought I was being set up for heartbreak. Thank God, it was truly you! I have enjoyed our telephone calls and our texts, and I hope they continue.
Love,
Mom
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