We were together for 5 1/2 years. We hated eachother for the better part of our last 8 months together and then you walked out on my birthday. I thought I would be devastated, but I wasn't in the least. Started dating a great guy a week later.
Now, it's been 6 months and I haven't missed you once. Not your laugh or conversation. Nothing. It's like you weren't even a blip on my radar. But, you're still talking about me. You're making jokes on the comedy stage about my being fat, knowing that 75% of the comics are close friends of mine. You're trying to get people to rub it in my face that you and you're girlfriend moved in together after 2 months and you now live with a 1 year old (dear god why?!). You're mother still calls me twice a week to chat, but hasn't talked to you since christmas. You're a felon who works the same job you did at 16. And me? What have I started doing with out you around? I promote local bands, work commercial insurance and date one of the most wonderful men I have met in my life.