I’ve been good. I’ve been really good. No searching on facebook. No looking him up on IM. And then! Fate twists in the knife and brings him to me. Today I received an IM message saying that a peice of mail from my bank for me had come to his new apartment. How weird is that! It’s a new debit card.
I realized a while later that there is a good (although still screwy) explaination. We had a joint checking account while we were engaged, and I’m guessing this is a new card for that account. But I specifically remember cancelling the account and opening a new one, so this must be some sort of error.
It’s a little bit like the wedding magazines I keep getting several years too late.
We didn’t talk long, but other than the initial shock and fighting the desire to get into a more lengthy conversation, it wasn’t too bad. It really is a kind of pain that just keeps petering out.
Lady In Green 
I’ve been wondering how I would feel if my ex calls me all of a sudden. I probably would want to catch up with him, but that will only result to more pain and aggravation knowing what I know now.
So Stephanie, how did you feel talking to him? Were you glad you had the chance, just to hear his voice? I figured, it’s like an old wound opening up again…
Baby steps, it’s all about the baby steps. The only thing that mends a broken heart (or pain in the ass, depends on your point of view) are time and perspective. The amounts of each are different for everyone.
Hang in there.
April~ I actually had a lengthier chat with him the other day… how do I feel. Well, better than I have in the past; as Tommy said, baby steps. And better than I thought I would. It’s nice to realize that I am indeed moving on with my life. But it did bring old wounds to the forefront. Being rejected and replaced so easily is a hard thing to put behind you. But talking to him also helped me remember why I’m thankful that things ended the way they did instead of the way I thought I wanted them.
Tommy~ Thankyou. That means alot to me.