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.
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I heard dat.
I'm even relatively amicable with Ratbastard, and when I hear he's coming back into town with his fiancee -- and having a happy hour with a bunch of former co-workers, of which I am one -- and didn't invite me, it miffs me, makes me laugh and makes me uncomfortable, all at the same time.
So fortunate, you and I, to have found better ones after practicing. :)
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