You know, who knew?
The most recent of the Ex Brigade and I did something this weekend that I am not ashamed of.
We TALKED. For HOURS.
He apologized for all of the bullshit. And he isn't one to apologize. He meant it. Completely and totally.
It's weird. I think we're actually friends
And I'm actually okay with it.
No, we aren't sparking it - it's done. We are actually back to the place we were at the very beginning where it was just us - happy, honest, and, well, friends
. I have no butterflies about him. I recognize what I fell in love with in the first place, but not only do I know better, I wouldn't ever want any more than this. And actually - I see it more honestly than I ever did. I know his faults like the back of his hand. Last night I told him he would never hurt me again, and I meant every word.
If we stay friends more than a month or two, this will be the first time EVER that I have been able to do this.
It's amazing how much I've grown and I didn't even realize it.
Thank you for that. You took me to a horrible low, but you've made me something I never knew I could be:
Over someone completely, and damn better for it.
Never fear, fair Internet
I have not forgotten about you. I have just been balls deep (yes, balls deep) in training for my promotion (woo!), packing for an impending move (woooo!) and too many birthdays/holidays/parties. I come home too exhausted to think about typing really anything, so you may just have to settle for my archives for the time being.
Things are really, really good though, and I just thought you should know.
As of this weekend, things may even just be a little better