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October 17, 2001
I saw my ex last
I saw my ex last night. I have not written much about my ex, because, though I no longer feel seething, uncontrollable rage at him, I do not seem to be able to write about him with out sounding like a bitter queen. I have actually written a lot about him, but you'll never see any of that HERE... SO I'm oin Austin last night, enjoying my night, minding my own business, when I look up, and lo and behold... there's Bob. Shit. Up until last night, I didn't know where he was. I lost track of him around mid-1999, and while that bothered me somewhat, it helped to relagate him fully to my past. I have better things to dwell on than this... man and what he did to me. But it's really hard when I see him at a coffeehouse. Drunk. With this bitch he used to hang out with that I HATE. Let's just say at this point that I do NOT regret my decision to leave his ass in 1995, and while I wish him no harm, that's about as nice as I'm going to be. Turns out, no matter how bitter I can be writing about this, I couldn't sound any more bitter than he apparently IS. He really doesn't understand that the way he treated me was unacceptable. Since we split, I've began dating and made new, healthier friends. I've evaluated my life and made changes. In short, I've moved on. Since we split up (and we're talking about SIX YEARS AGO, people!) Bob has (according to his bitchy friend) not dated but twice, and talks about me everyday, and how I screwed up his life. First of all, why have his friends stuck around? Oh yea, misery loves company. Second of all, Bob and I have not had daily contact for six years. If he's still miserable, then I don't have anything to do with it anymore. He needs to move on. I REFUSE to feel bad, or to blame, for his bitterness. It's actually one of the reasons I left him... all of his problems are because he grew up poor, or because his stepfather was a jerk, or because his boss was a bitch... it was never about HIM. SO, last night, when he made a scene in front of my friends, I didn't get angry (yes I did, but I've thought it over). I feel kinda sorry for him. He looks older now. If you think of what your face looks like when you eat something bitter, that's what he looks like. Such a shame, because he used to be a very handsome man. Posted by timbrat • 01:53 PM
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