After all the heartbreak proposal and confusion, Christmas came around a time for joy and reflection. Leon and I spent the holiday season together. I stayed with him for a week before returning to my parents' house. Our bond had grown stronger, and I was finally in a place of peace.
But then Peter reappeared again
He texted me, saying he was visiting our state to see his family. I replied politely, but deep inside, I wasn't thrilled. Every time I spoke to Peter, old wounds reopened. The trauma, the begging, the way he had made me feel small.it all came rushing back. Still, I held my peace and responded calmly.
He insisted on seeing me on Christmas Day, but I had plans with friends. I refused, and he got angry. He claimed I was avoiding him and he wasn't wrong. I didn't want to see him, but instead of being direct, I made excuses.
He was not aware that I was already engaged with Leon.
My mom overheard a conversation and encouraged me to let Peter visit. I still said no. I had talked to Leon about it, and he advised me wisely: *"Stay away from what once broke you."That advice stuck.