I didn’t sleep much last night. I was thinking about my post and the decision of whether to go and meet Australia. After consulting with a few folks, and getting their perspective. Here is the decision I have come to. Up until last night, I was finished. I was done. And here’s the thing. I still am. I don’t want to fly down there. I don’t want to see him. He ended our friendship. I will have the ring sent via fed ex to the hotel he’ll be staying at. I’m done. I wanted to do the honorable thing. I wanted to return the ring in person, as it was given to me in person. But, after thinking it through, I have no desire to see him. I have no desire to rekindle a friendship or relationship in any way shape or form. I don’t need to go and get a guilt trip, or go and explain myself. I shouldn’t have to. And what – I’d get down there, give him his ring and turn around and come back. Waste of a trip in my opinion. Even if I could convince a friend to come along, it just doesn’t jive well with me. Am I sorry for how it ended? Yes. At one point, would I have liked to continue the friendship? Sure – but that seems so far away and long ago now. I’m building a life for myself here.
I feel good about this decision. I’m happy. I’ve moved on. He should too.