So a few of my friends who currently live in the New York area came to Philly to visit this weekend. They also happened to come to see a show that my ex is in.
I LITERALLY had to be like....well let's coordinate this so that [ex] and I don't have to see each other.
HOW SHITTY IS THAT?!?! I feel like they're children of divorced parents. They had to split their time between the two of us.
And you know what...I was THIS close to going with them to the show. And then I realized that it's really important to maintain all shreds of self-respect that I still possess.
Did I want to see the show? Yes. Did I want to see him? Yes. Did I want to "randomly, no way what a crazy random happenstance" run into his MOM there? Yes. Did I want her to tell me how much she misses me and wishes her son wasn't such an IDIOT? Yes.
Yes.
But I didn't. And I'm proud.
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