So much. I was having a really shitty night. Unproductive work day, generally feeling lazy. I distracted myself with cooking and cleaning for a good three hours. Then an hour of TV. It wasn't until I was in my car, on my way to the store that I lost it. Any particular reason? No. But since the ex lives negative 7 feet from my home (and of course my parking space), my distraught mind easily went there.
Moving on, one sobbing shopping spree and one cigarette later, then ex pulls in. Of COURSE he doesn't notice me or say hello. Rude? No. He's simply distracted and has little, if any desire to focus on me whatsoever. How flattering.
So my phone rings. I figure it's Jack, since I called him 27 times this evening hoping for a smoking buddy. (He's a sympathy smoker.) But no, it's home. J and I had a nice long talk about recent goings on, and it was a great pick-me-up. Plus I think she's setting me up with some nice dude. Even if it's weird, at least it's a different dude.
Anyway, love the fam for the distraction and perspective. Always good. I wish I could spend more time with them.
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