Last night when I got home, there was a huge family talk. I guess Richard. somehow saw that I was talking to my dad the moment I was in the house because he messaged me if I was okay, and even called me. 

After my family talk with Tim and dad, I called and updated him. I was okay. I mean, it sucks and I'm a bit brokenhearted of course. But mostly, I'm okay. 

But suddenly I was just sad. All I wanted was something nice to be said. I just wanted comfort and I didn't want to be alone. 

Right as I was thinking that, he sent this:

Going forward, I'm not going to be calling him J. 

All I want is to go home, do some laundry, cuddle with my animals and play the sims.