Dude. I just finished a long rambly email to my ex. He and I have been talking somewhat sporadically for the past 6 months or so. I don’t know why I’m doing it. I think I would really like to be friends with him at this point. He is such a cool person! He is currently on tour with a band as the sound engineer. He is really happy that music stuff is finally going somewhere. I am thrilled for him. Although, frankly, he should be in the band–not just crew. He is a damn good sound engineer, but he is an amazingly talented musician.
I do confess that I would like to see him just to show off. He always wanted me to grow my hair out. I’m a lot happier with my looks these days. Quite an improvement over when he and I were dating. Heh. Stupid petty shit.
He wrote and performed songs for me. I still have the tapes. I listen to them sometimes. I have to smile and sing along. I was special to him and I feel good thinking about it. This is probably sick.
Sick?
Watch out, it might end up being healthy and mature.
As long as it doesn’t end up in coulda shoulda wish it had ville.
Healthy
I think it’s a good thing to arrive at the point where one can acknowledge that an ex may actually be a decent person, and claim as a friend. End-of-relationship vindictiveness can be exaggerated, like beleiving the other was in the relationship only to financially screw you over, and then signing the divorce agreement in your own blood. (R) It’s nice to see someone come around to a more realistic viewpoint of “Well, she has her quirks, and she’s not someone I could live with, but she’s an OK person overall”. Realistic is healthy.
(If I hadn’t seen him make that transition with her I don’t think I’d have ever been able to leave him, I’d have been too afraid to. )
Re: Healthy
I never thought he was anything other than a decent person. I just knew that he wasn’t a decent person that I should spend my life with.