You know that feeling, when the anger, hatred and pain that has clouded you emotionally and physically begins to break and those harsh reactionary feelings start to fade.
This happened to me for the first time this week, as I was standing in a group of friends and talking about foreign policy and dancing (a strangely normal convo for me) and I recounted, without skipping a beat, a story my ex had told me. I told it with passion and sadness, the way he had told me and it was an incredible story. He was a great storyteller and a person who unabashedly lived a wild life. It was the first time I had thought about him in a few weeks, and the first I’d mentioned his name without a thick layer of sarcasm and surrounded by expletives. Since then, I’ve had the urge to call him, not for closure or to check in and make sure he’s as miserable as he deserves; but to see how his class is going, which of his students have crushes on him, to see Valentine’s Day pics from his niece/nephew and to hear hilarious stories from his parent’s visit to CA.… Read the rest