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Initially, I wasn’t going to go.
I really just wanted to stay home and go to bed because it was the anniversary of the day I had met
my ex. If you have ever been involved in an intimate relationship that went sour, you know special
occasions like anniversaries, birthdays, or any sentimental days the two of you shared, can be a real
tough for you. So a few of my friends from church invited me to hang out at the mall and get some
air. They knew I had just been loafing around that particular day in jeans and a t-shirt after my
traumatic breakup six months earlier. If you didn’t read my article last week, I recommend that you
read it here before continuing.
So I decided to go ahead and get dolled up and spend a little time hanging with these women who were
really positive influences on me as I was growing in the Lord. They kept me accountable. I was
serious about not going back!
After being in a toxic relationship, it is important not to let your guard down. When that man has
been in your system the way my ex was in mine, you know you can’t play with fire. It’s one thing to
say you’re moving on and it’s another thing to actually get out and stay out… especially when you
miss him.
So my friends and I were all walking together and chatting in the mall that night, when I noticed a
nice sweater in the window display of one of my friend Kim’s favorite stores. “Look how cute that is,”
I pointed to the knit top on the mannequin. But when I turned to look at Kim, I noticed her eyes
nearly bulging out of their sockets. She looked horrified.
“What…You don’t like the sweater?” I laughed. But her facial expression didn’t change. She didn’t
crack a smile. I started trying to figure out why she looked so twisted up. Then, without warning, Kim
abruptly grabbed my arm and said, “Uh, we’ll be back guys,” while looking like she had seen a ghost.
I wondered why she was pulling me away from everyone else. She was acting really funny and I knew
something was up, but I didn’t know what. A few seconds later, all that wondering in my mind ceased
when I heard a familiar deep voice call out to me.
“Ay, Ashley!”
I knew that voice anywhere.
It was "Mr. You-Know-Who" and it felt like someone had sucked all the oxygen out of the crowded
mall. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Involuntarily, I stiffened, except for my
legs that began trembling. I could feel Kim nudging me and I could faintly hear her saying, “Just keep
walking girl.” But my feet were glued to the floor.
There I stood half frozen, half trembling as the voice behind me grew closer. And then there was the
smell… I hadn’t caught a whiff of Lacoste (his favorite cologne that only smelled that sweet on him) in
months. It was sensory overload.
“Can I talk to you for a minute Ash? Please?”
“No, you can’t talk to her!” Kim snapped like a protective mother. She, more than anyone else except
Sweet Ma, knew the most intimate details of my situation. She and I were the closest of everyone in
my circle, because we had known each other for the longest. We didn’t get close, however, until I got
out of my bad relationship, because Kim used to always tell me how I needed to get right with the
Lord. And I did not want to hear the truth when I was busy trying to live my life and do me.
“It’s okay Kim,” I said, surprised to hear my voice sounding quite that calm. “I can handle it,” I
assured her. So she walked away reluctantly. “If you need me girl just say the word,” she said loudly
while staring him down and sending a clear message that he better not make one false move.
When my ex finally stepped in front of me wearing a baby blue V-neck sweater, faded blue jeans,
brown boots, and rocking a fresh cut, it felt surreal. I hadn’t seen him since gazing at him through the
window at Sweet Ma’s house when she chased him off her property with that broom.
And I can’t front. He looked really good towering over me with his broad shoulders and chocolate
skin. He was in great shape and his wavy hair was perfectly shiny, just the way I remembered it.
His eyes went up and down my body. I told you I had gotten dolled up that day. I had let my hair
down, put on some makeup, slipped on some stilettos, jeans, and a fitted tee, and he was taking in the
view. "You look really gorgeous," he said flashing his perfect white teeth.
"Thank you," I said coldly, without returning the compliment or letting even the slightest smirk show
on my face.
“Can we go somewhere and sit down?” he asked. “The food court, maybe?” I agreed, since we weren't
that far away from it. "Going 2 the food court with him 2 talk," I texted Kim, so she wouldn't worry.
When my cell phone buzzed about 30 seconds after I hit send, it was a return text from Kim saying,
“This is only a test Ash. Stay strong.” That was just the message I needed to prepare me for the
conversation filled with apologies from the man who treated me like dirt on the bottom of his shoe. “I
still love you and I can change,” he said in that way that always sounded sincere, but never really was.
“Look how beautiful you are. Look at you, girl. I need you. ”
I used to love it when he called me girl, licked his bottom lip, and said he needed me. Months before,
I would have melted on the spot, but something was different this day. “I know I messed up baby. I
was stupid.” He paused for a minute and then dropped this bomb: “I knew that baby was mine when
you said it, but I was scared so I played dumb.”
Instantly, when he brought up the baby I lost—something that was still hard for me to deal with—I
felt a lump come up in my throat and my lip started quivering. Shoot! I didn’t want to cry, but it was
too late. I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks and my voice started to crack, but I talked through
the tears anyway.
“I gave you everything,” I told him with a trembling voice, trying not to be too loud. “You hurt me
more than anybody ever has and when I needed you, you weren't there, but that's okay. I've moved
on." I brushed away tears that kept pouring down my face more rapidly as he pleaded and apologized
some more. I remember it like yesterday when I told him, “I forgive you for what you did." When I
said that, it felt like something lifted off me and I told him, "But I don't want you anymore. I'm a
changed woman. I really have God in my life now and I don't need you the way I thought I did
before." When I said that, a look of shock came over his face.
"Oh, so it's like that now? You all religious and high and mighty?" He always got sarcastic when his
ego was bruised. Usually, I would get all tongue-tied, but not this day. I now know it was the Holy
Spirit who gave me boldness and worded my mouth. I don't know where the answer came from,
because I'm not that great a speaker. My words get tripped up a lot, but the words flowed that day. I
told him, "I'm not high and mighty, but the God I serve is and He has given me the strength to let you
go. So the next time you see me, speaking to me won't be necessary, because there's nothing left to
say.”
With that, I got up and walked to the ladies room. Although tears kept coming, I wasn't sad. I felt
powerful and oh so free! I had taken my power and dignity back with God's help. I was truly a new
woman and now I had proof! I recognized my own strength and it was a beautiful feeling.
Once I composed myself and got my face together, I texted Kim and said, “I passed the test!!"
You can pass your test, too. Even if your old flame is trying to work his way back in your system
physically or mentally, you don’t have to allow it. By God’s power, you can be strong, bold, and
courageous. You might have to cry your way through it, but that's okay. Tears don't mean you're
weak; they just mean you're alive and you have feels.
Just lean on God for strength and cry if you must, but don't go back. Go forward into your new life as
a STRONG, single, saved, and satisfied woman.
Enjoyed this article? Tell the writer by leaving a comment here or sending an email to
ashley.peterson@eewmagazine.com.
ABOUT THE WRITER
Ashley Peterson is a staff writer for EEW Magazine. Her goal is to share her personal stories, discuss
current issues related to single women, and help them lead a single, saved, and satisfied like the way
God intends. When asked why she shares such personal details of her life with her reading audience,
Ashley says, "If God brings me out and I don't share my testimony, how can I help anyone else?"
Because of her candor, Ashley Peterson's Singles columnist is rapidly becoming the most-read
column on EEWMagazine.com.
I really just wanted to stay home and go to bed because it was the anniversary of the day I had met
my ex. If you have ever been involved in an intimate relationship that went sour, you know special
occasions like anniversaries, birthdays, or any sentimental days the two of you shared, can be a real
tough for you. So a few of my friends from church invited me to hang out at the mall and get some
air. They knew I had just been loafing around that particular day in jeans and a t-shirt after my
traumatic breakup six months earlier. If you didn’t read my article last week, I recommend that you
read it here before continuing.
So I decided to go ahead and get dolled up and spend a little time hanging with these women who were
really positive influences on me as I was growing in the Lord. They kept me accountable. I was
serious about not going back!
After being in a toxic relationship, it is important not to let your guard down. When that man has
been in your system the way my ex was in mine, you know you can’t play with fire. It’s one thing to
say you’re moving on and it’s another thing to actually get out and stay out… especially when you
miss him.
So my friends and I were all walking together and chatting in the mall that night, when I noticed a
nice sweater in the window display of one of my friend Kim’s favorite stores. “Look how cute that is,”
I pointed to the knit top on the mannequin. But when I turned to look at Kim, I noticed her eyes
nearly bulging out of their sockets. She looked horrified.
“What…You don’t like the sweater?” I laughed. But her facial expression didn’t change. She didn’t
crack a smile. I started trying to figure out why she looked so twisted up. Then, without warning, Kim
abruptly grabbed my arm and said, “Uh, we’ll be back guys,” while looking like she had seen a ghost.
I wondered why she was pulling me away from everyone else. She was acting really funny and I knew
something was up, but I didn’t know what. A few seconds later, all that wondering in my mind ceased
when I heard a familiar deep voice call out to me.
“Ay, Ashley!”
I knew that voice anywhere.
It was "Mr. You-Know-Who" and it felt like someone had sucked all the oxygen out of the crowded
mall. My heart felt like it was going to beat out of my chest. Involuntarily, I stiffened, except for my
legs that began trembling. I could feel Kim nudging me and I could faintly hear her saying, “Just keep
walking girl.” But my feet were glued to the floor.
There I stood half frozen, half trembling as the voice behind me grew closer. And then there was the
smell… I hadn’t caught a whiff of Lacoste (his favorite cologne that only smelled that sweet on him) in
months. It was sensory overload.
“Can I talk to you for a minute Ash? Please?”
“No, you can’t talk to her!” Kim snapped like a protective mother. She, more than anyone else except
Sweet Ma, knew the most intimate details of my situation. She and I were the closest of everyone in
my circle, because we had known each other for the longest. We didn’t get close, however, until I got
out of my bad relationship, because Kim used to always tell me how I needed to get right with the
Lord. And I did not want to hear the truth when I was busy trying to live my life and do me.
“It’s okay Kim,” I said, surprised to hear my voice sounding quite that calm. “I can handle it,” I
assured her. So she walked away reluctantly. “If you need me girl just say the word,” she said loudly
while staring him down and sending a clear message that he better not make one false move.
When my ex finally stepped in front of me wearing a baby blue V-neck sweater, faded blue jeans,
brown boots, and rocking a fresh cut, it felt surreal. I hadn’t seen him since gazing at him through the
window at Sweet Ma’s house when she chased him off her property with that broom.
And I can’t front. He looked really good towering over me with his broad shoulders and chocolate
skin. He was in great shape and his wavy hair was perfectly shiny, just the way I remembered it.
His eyes went up and down my body. I told you I had gotten dolled up that day. I had let my hair
down, put on some makeup, slipped on some stilettos, jeans, and a fitted tee, and he was taking in the
view. "You look really gorgeous," he said flashing his perfect white teeth.
"Thank you," I said coldly, without returning the compliment or letting even the slightest smirk show
on my face.
“Can we go somewhere and sit down?” he asked. “The food court, maybe?” I agreed, since we weren't
that far away from it. "Going 2 the food court with him 2 talk," I texted Kim, so she wouldn't worry.
When my cell phone buzzed about 30 seconds after I hit send, it was a return text from Kim saying,
“This is only a test Ash. Stay strong.” That was just the message I needed to prepare me for the
conversation filled with apologies from the man who treated me like dirt on the bottom of his shoe. “I
still love you and I can change,” he said in that way that always sounded sincere, but never really was.
“Look how beautiful you are. Look at you, girl. I need you. ”
I used to love it when he called me girl, licked his bottom lip, and said he needed me. Months before,
I would have melted on the spot, but something was different this day. “I know I messed up baby. I
was stupid.” He paused for a minute and then dropped this bomb: “I knew that baby was mine when
you said it, but I was scared so I played dumb.”
Instantly, when he brought up the baby I lost—something that was still hard for me to deal with—I
felt a lump come up in my throat and my lip started quivering. Shoot! I didn’t want to cry, but it was
too late. I felt hot tears rolling down my cheeks and my voice started to crack, but I talked through
the tears anyway.
“I gave you everything,” I told him with a trembling voice, trying not to be too loud. “You hurt me
more than anybody ever has and when I needed you, you weren't there, but that's okay. I've moved
on." I brushed away tears that kept pouring down my face more rapidly as he pleaded and apologized
some more. I remember it like yesterday when I told him, “I forgive you for what you did." When I
said that, it felt like something lifted off me and I told him, "But I don't want you anymore. I'm a
changed woman. I really have God in my life now and I don't need you the way I thought I did
before." When I said that, a look of shock came over his face.
"Oh, so it's like that now? You all religious and high and mighty?" He always got sarcastic when his
ego was bruised. Usually, I would get all tongue-tied, but not this day. I now know it was the Holy
Spirit who gave me boldness and worded my mouth. I don't know where the answer came from,
because I'm not that great a speaker. My words get tripped up a lot, but the words flowed that day. I
told him, "I'm not high and mighty, but the God I serve is and He has given me the strength to let you
go. So the next time you see me, speaking to me won't be necessary, because there's nothing left to
say.”
With that, I got up and walked to the ladies room. Although tears kept coming, I wasn't sad. I felt
powerful and oh so free! I had taken my power and dignity back with God's help. I was truly a new
woman and now I had proof! I recognized my own strength and it was a beautiful feeling.
Once I composed myself and got my face together, I texted Kim and said, “I passed the test!!"
You can pass your test, too. Even if your old flame is trying to work his way back in your system
physically or mentally, you don’t have to allow it. By God’s power, you can be strong, bold, and
courageous. You might have to cry your way through it, but that's okay. Tears don't mean you're
weak; they just mean you're alive and you have feels.
Just lean on God for strength and cry if you must, but don't go back. Go forward into your new life as
a STRONG, single, saved, and satisfied woman.
Enjoyed this article? Tell the writer by leaving a comment here or sending an email to
ashley.peterson@eewmagazine.com.
ABOUT THE WRITER
Ashley Peterson is a staff writer for EEW Magazine. Her goal is to share her personal stories, discuss
current issues related to single women, and help them lead a single, saved, and satisfied like the way
God intends. When asked why she shares such personal details of her life with her reading audience,
Ashley says, "If God brings me out and I don't share my testimony, how can I help anyone else?"
Because of her candor, Ashley Peterson's Singles columnist is rapidly becoming the most-read
column on EEWMagazine.com.
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