Perfect is nice, but it doesn’t have to be that; reasonable and decent would do too. And it’s not until you find those that you realise how crap everything was before.
So Willie and I caught a glimpse of my ex yesterday. Didn’t say hello of course, wouldn’t want my head to spontaneously combust.
It’s in my nature to hold grudges. I’ll admit that some may be petty, but with him I feel that it’s fully justified.
Willie once asked me why of earth I put up with him for so long – that certainly stumped me. I replied with a bunch of bullshit because I hate conceding that I was stupid. I don’t know what I was thinking then, and looking back I feel disgraced and humiliated.
I was never an angel though and did a lot of things behind his back. I’m comfortable with all I did away from him, even though it shows a dent in my morals. Sometimes I’d like to tell him, in the most scathing and condescending voice I could muster. As satisfying as it would be though, I’d miss being the better person.
He was with a girl when we saw him. I just hope that he’s taken a refresher in anger management and been injected with some basic respect for other people.