Nah. I just told him I didn't get his messages because I abandoned that account years ago, and if he wanted to contact me he could do it through my new screen name.

I figured I'd give him the chance to crawl on the ground like the low life he was/is and apologize profusely for dumping me so unceremoniously after gushing about what a great and accepting person I was. <puke>

It's been a year since that last message. Who knows what he's up to now? He still lives in Wisconsin though. Another of his excuses for wanting his freedom was that he was planning on moving back to Chicago and working for his company down there, so we'd have to break up eventually anyway.

There's no way I'd even give him a chance again. I always felt like I was on a rotisserie spit with him - 5 minutes of foreplay, 5 minutes in this direction, 5 minutes in that direction, hearing "icky, messy" and then watching him wander off to the office to finish himself off with computer porn.

***.