Mr. Telephone Man

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This Mercury Retrograde misled my ex and he tried to call me last night...
 (took a screenshot for another reason but this is my blog sooo....)

The planet Mercury is all about clear communication.  We have all heard and know about the issues with electronics.  My car was in the shop yesterday because it went out of wack right after Thanksgiving.   With this retrograde we also need to be mindful of how we speak to one another.  I have been in several conversations with people and we all walk out with different meanings.  Not just via text or the phone, but actual face to face interactions.  However, the retrograde also causes the dead to arise.  Sometimes it's to finally wrap up an old relationship. Giving you and them closure to move on, and into the new.  Other times, it's a tap to see if you will once again open the door.   The reaction is up to each of us to decide.




So back to the call.  My ex and I didn't end on bad terms.  It could have been terrible though.  I simply chose to walk away from a situation that was no longer serving me and him alike.  It's been two years since it's end.  Last year he reached out and I answered.  Not to rekindle but to get some answers to those things unknown  I wanted to know what part I played in the demise.  I wanted to know how I could have improved as a person, not just his girlfriend.  In some small way, he took my genuine questions as a possible invite to become what we were.  So, after getting the answers I needed, there was no further need to talk.  It was and is simply the end.  



So yes, Mercury is indeed in retrograde.  But Venus is direct, so I clicked decline.  After I took a "What the hell?" screenshot.

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