So today my ex told me he has a new girlfriend. We broke up 18 months ago (after 10 years) and this is his first "more than a fling" relationship since then. I have no desire to ever get back together with him (I initiated the split), but even so, the news hit me in the pit of my stomach. Plus, apparently she's amazing. Gorgeous, great athlete, being recruited by the foreign service...
What bothers me more, though, is the thought of her (or anyone else for that matter) in what used to be MY house, sleeping in MY old bed, playing with MY cat!!!!! And I HATE that I feel this way!!!!!!!
Plus he's coming up to NYC this weekend, and mentioned that she will be here too, independently. Then he said he wanted to meet my boyfriend. Implicit in his suggestion was that he wants to invite her to join him this weekend. Here. Yech. I really don't want to "double date" with my ex! I'm just not into that.
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Today I spoke to a group of prostate cancer survivors. It was my second time with this group. Thay are so fucking hilarious! A bunch of old Brooklyn guys, characters all of them, tossing around the ubiquitous "Fuhgeddaboudit!" Is it weird that I wanted to hang out with them all day?
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Later I had an ovarian cancer symposium. Totally different crowd. Mostly crabby old Jewish women...
Things will be better in Autumn. I just know it! Only a couple more days...
--l*P
What bothers me more, though, is the thought of her (or anyone else for that matter) in what used to be MY house, sleeping in MY old bed, playing with MY cat!!!!! And I HATE that I feel this way!!!!!!!
Plus he's coming up to NYC this weekend, and mentioned that she will be here too, independently. Then he said he wanted to meet my boyfriend. Implicit in his suggestion was that he wants to invite her to join him this weekend. Here. Yech. I really don't want to "double date" with my ex! I'm just not into that.
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Today I spoke to a group of prostate cancer survivors. It was my second time with this group. Thay are so fucking hilarious! A bunch of old Brooklyn guys, characters all of them, tossing around the ubiquitous "Fuhgeddaboudit!" Is it weird that I wanted to hang out with them all day?
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Later I had an ovarian cancer symposium. Totally different crowd. Mostly crabby old Jewish women...
Things will be better in Autumn. I just know it! Only a couple more days...
--l*P
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The kids aren't bad either