Please just stay gone.

5 years ago I severed ties with the largest cancer in my life, my stepfather. I gave him a spurious piece of my thirty year old mind and it slapped him upside the face like a wet fish. I've never spoken to or seen him again. It went along the lines of 'no idea of how egocentrically insane you are, you selfish, completely unaware waste of space who hurts everything he touches'.

When I recently attended his neices wedding, a small part of the back of my brain thought it was a bad idea, and that opportunist guy would use it to contact me in spite of completely ignoring my existence as much as I ignore his. In the first 6 months I remember feeling bad that I hadn't called on his birthday, bad for habits sake, not sentiment, and over time he has become a nothing, and I really like it that way.

He called my home in the weekend and Seb answered, I was out (thank god), and he said things like " Im her stepfather " (not anymore you aren't) and who was Seb he didn't know him bla bla bla.... here was his number, I could call him and catch up.. be nosey you mean.

Seb didn't even write it down, he knows I hate him, and felt yuck even speaking to this stranger in the first place. My Mum told me he called her yesterday, I had forewarned such an event was bound to happen so she was prepared. He faffed on about a trip to America, and then told he'd rung me but I had not rung back, "so be it" was his summation. He told her he didn't even recognise me and didn't know I had a new partner, clearly didn't know Ken had even died. Mum confirmed nothing, gave him nothing, and tells me I just need to stay resolute and not worry.

Im annoyed that I feel obliged to ring when I don't want to, and Im not going to, and I hope that this is his last ever attempt allbeit half a decade in the coming, to ever speak to me again. At least I know if he sees me in the street he won't even know who I am.