We Spoke...For The Last Time!

Sitting back in my apt, alone after finding out what I did about Rob, his straying ways, his constant lies and god knows what else, I felt lost. Had the life I had been living been a sham? Was I one of those Jerry Springer guests who had no clue what was going on, was I in a denial? I knew it from years gone by what Rob was capable of. Years ago, many years back when I thought something was going down, I called Robs voicemail. I found an email from "Mario", someone Rob met up after leaving my place early on in our relationship. I found emails sent from my email to a guy names "Christo" years later, nothing had changed. Those memories came flooding back to me. How could I be such an idiot? Was I? I realized how, when I looked back at out history, the one thing that was consistent was Rob's cheating and lying to me, covering up. Covering up with gifts and "treats". Lord knows I should have know by his lack of sexual interest, for years. He must have been getting off with others as our sex life was horrid. I would tell everyone what a lousy lover he was. Ive had better "sex" with myself, all the while sharing my bed with Rob. I had a get together with my brother that same weekend. Sure I was traumatised but carried on. Off we went to buy some food and drinks for the company ahead. Rob insisted on buying/paying everything. He asked me, "Does your brother know what happened?". I didn't know at all if he knew and didn't care. For fear of embarrassment, Rob bowed out of that get together. Humiliation made him stay home, and more than likely carry on with his disgusting addiction to sluttiness. The Saturday after I found that invoice from Virgin Mobile I decided to start treating him differently. He was just a car ride for me, an idiot that paid half of my rent(for years). So I called him up and offered him $20 to drive me to my mothers. I began treating him like the whore he was. Out of guilt, Rob offered me the ride, sans cash. While in the car, he made some comment about hating him..I posed a question to which he lied to me, flat out lied. He, at this point knew that I probably knew more than he initially thought. It was that lie, face to face, in the car en route to moms that prompted me to end it all. I told him, once you drop me off, go back to my apt and clear it of your things and leave the key behind. I think maybe had he been honest with me, those words would never had been blurted out of my mouth, but he lied! I arrived at my mothers and broke down. I was truly heart broken and felt the fool. Rob may not have been happy on his way home, but must have seen this coming. Did he think it would go back to how it was every time I caught him in a lie? or found out of his straying ways? Not a chance, this was it. I spent the day being distracted at my mothers. I came home to find allot of Robs things gone, but not all. This prompted me to send a text saying, "You left allot behind" he text back, "Really" - The next day I asked him to come get his things, that if by Monday(the next day) he did not remove his belongings from my apt, I would be throwing them away. We had a bit of a text battle the next day. In the end I told him, and meant with every ounce of my being, that I hated him, that I wish I had never met him and wished he was dead, and I meant each and every single word. I would never want to relive that, but every word I text was full of emotion and anger. I never felt such hatred. Ive never pulled half the crap Rob pulled on me, it isn't in me to do that. Needless to say, Rob was never to be seen again. The odd conversation here and there until late June, early July. When Rob chose to ignore my threat of removing this from my apt, I tossed allot out and sold allot for cash. There was never any discussion of "us" until our last chat which was had by phone. 6 weeks had passed, I had sent Rob the letter of closure during the 5th week after. We spoke that following Saturday, for the last time.
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