In any case, I chatted with an old friend today and while catching up somehow the evil-ex came up in conversation. We were talking about doing game night and about the card game Phase 10. I mentioned how I learned to be cut-throat at that due to the friend, the evil-ex and his brothers.
Oh, says the friend, I am working with him now .... blah blah blah.
Whoa. Back up the boat. Put out the anchor. Hell, call the coast guard!
What do you mean, I stammer. He's in Portland, right.
Uh, he says, [evil-ex] moved back in Colorado.
Ack, I screech. You were supposed to warn me so I don't have a heart attack accidentally bumping into him at Costco or something.
I thought you knew, says friend. But don't worry. He lives in the south side of town.
Still there's a much better chance I could bump into him in the same city, then if he was still in Portland. Dammit, Colorado is my state. I was *born* here.
Yes, I have moved on. I am happily married. But quite honestly I would like to just completely forget he existed. A blip in the continuum. No it doesn't really bother me, except that it's 1:30 in the morning and I'm here complaining about it.