Realization

Where I live or whom I live with is of no concern to you - ex spouse and asshole.

With those words something moved in me, and with it came a deep realization. The ex has no sense of humor, and is ashamed of his new life. So much so that he can't even be bothered to tell me where he now lives - though it is within a mile of my current house. Wouldn't a person in love and all excited about their life be telling the world about this new found perfection? I guess I made the mistake, sometime during the 18 years that I knew my ex, of thinking he and I were actually friends at some point.

If you were moving, would you not at least tell people, hey, I moved. He hasn't even told the people he considers his "friends" that he's moving in with his whore. Who does that? I thought I knew him, apparently I never did. I like to be happy, even though I haven't been in a really long time. I think I've forgotten how to maintain a happy state of being for more than a moment. But, now, Im thinking back and I don't think he's ever been happy with what he had or where he was going in life.

With that realization, and the fact that he is least fun person I know, good riddance. I will stop thinking that he and I were ever friends because I know what friends do for each other; and he's never done anything a true friend would do. I owe him nothing. His is the asshole who cheated on me with the whore who had pretended to be my friend - and nothing more.

Oh, and my response to his heartless email regarding my concerns - "no longer at this address" on those important documents he continues to have sent to my address because he still considers it his "permanent address."