Taking Back The Phone

I'd like to begin with a small apology to my regular readers.  As I may have mentioned here, I did spend the last month writing a novel for NaNoWriMo, which I may talk about more another time.  I will now be returning to posting on a semi-regular basis.

I recently got some help from Rose in putting a big part of my past to bed for good.  You see, in the days when I was dating Number Three (to recap: I thought I was in love at the time, but the whole thing was a terrible decision where I made too many compromises), I bought her old cell phone and made it my own.  To give a little perspective, this was an old phone when I got it.  Like, one of those flip phones your parents would use.  I appreciated having a cell phone for the first time, but I had a hell of a time figuring out how to text on that thing.  And for those of you keeping score; yes, I did only get my first cell phone only a few years ago.  I'm kind of an analog guy like that.
Anyway, when said phone was purchased, I didn't have ID that they would accept (more on that shortly), so Number Three put her name on the papers.  At the time, I had no problem with this.  The thing is, after the whole breakup thing, her name still showed up on the bills and the website, and there didn't seem to be a way to change it.  This became frustrating, but I decided to just let it be and forget it.
Enter Rose, some time later, who urged me to get a modern phone.  Finally, some weeks ago, we did it.  I contacted Number Three and got the necessary ID for myself (long story short, not having a driver's license is a pain in the butt), and at long last, I got to see my own name attached to my own phone bill.  I now own a Galaxy Nexus 4.  It was a little frustrating to learn at first, but I have grown to love my phone and use it for many tasks that I couldn't do with my old people phone.  I can text without a fuss now, not to mention I have a plan with unlimited texting.  I had some serious overage charges before.
For me though, this is more than simply getting a new phone.  This is about me stepping away from my past, and upgrading my life, in a sense.  Every time I would get an email with the ex's name on it, it would always bring with it some unwanted feelings, or memories that I didn't want anymore.  I'd moved on, but having that constant reminder of my mistakes got very frustrating.  The funny part is, it took someone like Rose to help me get my shit together and actually deal with all the grown-up bullcrap I needed to do to fix it, even in the face of all my annoyance and difficulty dealing with the situation.  This is a huge part of why I love Rose so much.  She helps me do the things I know I need to do.  Not in a nagging way, but always through feelings of love.  She didn't want me to be tied to my past any more than I did.  I'm really grateful for all the calls she made and the legwork she did to help me get things fixed like they should have been in the first place.  
Soon, I plan on disposing of my phone and all the papers associated with it.  I will most likely burn them, and/or smash the phone.  Either way, I think it will be a fitting way to close the book on Number Three for good.