He had questions about the lease in my (formerly our) house, which he could have easily asked my roommate, a mutual friend, and it of course degenerated to me crying and going on about how much he had screwed up my life (which is a lot, a whole, lot) Its so odd, how quickly I fell back into old patterns of fighting with him, and how hearing from him fucked me up so bad for the rest of the night. I was ok (ie not crying) a few minutes after the conversation ended, and I instantly regretted even responding to his message. I really want nothing to do with him, and I didn't even really have feelings for him for say, the last six months or so of our clusterfuck of a relationship, I just kind of hung around because I wasn't sure how to end things practically. I keep thinking that if I can figure out a manner in which to forgive him for so hideously fucking up my life (and putting my friend in a situation that is going to kill him soon, and really fucking up our roommates life too) i'll be able to get rid of this constant gnawing in my stomach, and my anger towards him. Thoughts?