Ho was right. I climbed into bed at 8:00pm, and didn't exactly sleep though the night, but, BUT! I feel somewhat better - I can actually function in public.
I'm meant to be going away this long weekend to the Vaal river. Ordinarily I can't wait: low key slothing, canoeing, sitting in front of warm fires, lots of red wine, out of the rat race. Also going with two good guy friends of mine. And they, who are good friends with my ex, have invited him.
You shake your head in bewilderment. But I am ok with this, as long as he
1) Doesn't directly address me when he speaks to me
2) Does not dare touch me or try anything, for I will kill him
3) If I become the butt of one of his jokes, I will tell everyone:
a) That our sex life was as interesting as watching paint dry
b) The celebrated tininess of his penis (not true, but statement will wreak havoc)
c) Tell him to drive up Northcliff hill, quietly fuck himself, then drop off the edge.
So the chances of me wanting him are nil. Therefore I am safe. Hey, maybe it'll even be fun.