A few weeks ago my ex-girlfriend R. and I agreed to have a drink or something before I left New Port Richey. Because I'm splitting a couple days early I dropped her a line to tell her that I wouldn't have time before I go.

This afternoon she sent me this:

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I appreciate your courtesy email, but you are a seriously disturbed individual. You treat me like I was a former client of yours and all I asked of you was friendship. I don't know how I could've ever cared for such an unemotional elitist. So much time and energy wasted. I had faith and believed there was something beautiful about you, but I finally know better.

You should've never stopped seeing the therapist. It was probably worth the money. Take care of yourself, Mr. Street, and best of luck with your endeavors.

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I don't even feel a little bad. Just relief that I broke up with her when I did.

Presuming I survive tonight's family dinner, I will be on the road tomorrow morning, and in New York on Sunday.