I've been invited to cook supper over at the future-ex's. I don't mind~ free steak and the company is decent. We're still friends, he and I, so it's cool. All I wanted ever in terms of revenge (yes, I admit I want revenge!) was for him to miss me. I think I've gotten the hint by now that he doesn't really miss 'me' with my sarcasm, flipped priorities and extreme organizational flaws, but he DOES miss my cooking and pathetic as it may seem that's good enough for me. Do I miss him? No. I miss the relationship, but not him. Can't miss what you never had.
Agh! I can't believe he pretended that I was HER! (pokey pins away! STAB, STAB, STAB!)
Oops, sorry, relapse. I'm okay.
And I really am so over him! (poke!)
8 years ago