You really can't make this shit up. Even if it reads that way. Last night I went out with one of my oldest friends Val. We talked about jobs, family and guys. We talked about why I have such trouble letting go of the ex. I mean seriously, we've been broken up longer than we were together. She said it's because "you loved him, and you got no closure." What is closure anyway? I walked into a meeting once with my fly down. I know that kinda closure is important, but what about when it comes to getting dumped.
Do I really need to know why? Shouldn't I be okay with--he's an ass--he doesn't want to be with you so why would you want to be with him? There's your closure! Nah. I'm an answers girl. And a questions girl. Maybe that's why I"m a good producer--I like interviewing people to get answers. Doesn't really work when your ex-boyfriend just wants to be a dude and move on though. With each email and phone call trying to get that closure out of him--it only pissed him off more. So much that I really think he thinks THAT's the reason we broke up.
So, I'll never know. I can guess. (cheater) I can evaluate every tiny thing I may have done wrong and try not to do it again. (drama queen) But I"ll just have to settle with not knowing. That's what we talked about. Val said--"no one can tell you how long it should take to get over it. You have to do it on your own time." She knows me well. You kinda gotta trust someone who was in the same spin-the-bottle circle as you were when you got your first kiss. (not from her!) We had a couple of drinks--and then cracked open our fortune cookies. Hers was about money--mine said "Time heals all wounds." Seriously? After that conversation? Wow. But that's not the shit you can't make up. This is. There was a third fortune cookie on the plate. Val gave it to me because she knows I love them, and apparently need more good fortune than she. I opened it up, and it said the same thing. "Time heals all wounds."
Confucius say: that's some scary shit. Or a fortune cookie machine malfunction.
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