It’s funny how The Ex always knows when to catch you at the worst possible moment.
Sometimes this means that they’ll come around the corner when you just dropped a bucket of paint and the dog decided to roll in it and you have grass in your hair and mud all over your clothes and quite frankly no longer resemble a human thanks to the amount of dirt covering your face… and they’ll have their new significant other with them, who looks utterly fabulous and your complete opposite.
Or this could be a time when you’re at an emotional low so deep that you actually consider meeting up with them for a casual drink. (“C’mon, it’s harmless!”)
I’ve actually done that before… it was not harmless, and still remains close to the top of my Biggest Regrets list. (along with “listening to my mother’s advice when it comes to social norms, relationships, and/or love” and “wearing the same green sweatshirt for all of seventh grade.”)
My latest ex (who is affectionately known as “rat bastard”) has taken to popping up every few weeks. The good thing (one of many) is that he lives far enough away that I don’t have to worry about running into him at the CVS in my grungy-day clothes when I forgot to brush my hair and I’m picking up tampons at 2am. But the bad thing is that he doesn’t seem to remember that I don’t want to talk to him anymore. At all. Ever. Not even a little tiny bit.
So for a while he would stalk me on the internet. That was great fun. He’d comment on my facebook, send me random emails, even send a few obnoxious (and inappropriate) texts. As I went through the breakup process (for me, it’s a gradual thing), I was finally able to successfully block him from every aspect of my life, including technology. With that final step taken, I felt free. Happy. Successful.
However, he didn’t seem to get the message. (After all, he’s so awesome, why wouldn’t I neeeed to have him in my life?) Today, he tried to contact me again. Sure enough, it’s been ::checks watch:: two months, he was due.
I suppose this is all good, in a way. At the beginning of the end of our relationship, he broke my heart. But now he’s certainly helped me along in the recovery process. Now I’m wondering what I ever saw in him.
