Thanks everyone for their endurance and kind comments about my ex and my fucked-up life.
Last night I met up with a mutual friend of both of ours. It was the best thing I've done for ages. I cried, sobbed and just about unravelled, but it felt wonderful. Told him how I am (still) in love with two people. Friend said that my ex broke down over the weekend too. (Huh?) Apparently he thinks I'm just a man-eater so he just did the deed before I did. (Huh?) And he still loves me apparently. (WHAT?)
All this aside, I am at peace, and long may it last. I'm going to try and let go and just let karma and life do its course. I know I will always love him, but I'm over all this turmoil. We may have insane chemsitry, but that doesn't mean we should be together. I am with Steve and don't want to hurt him. So from today: I'm going to try and be mature about all of this. If I mention the ex from now on, it will be because perhaps I bumped into him or perhaps I'm just airing my flotsam and jetsam. Right. Enough. Moving right along.
I saw The Castle last night for some comedy relief. What a flipping fantastic movie. Just watch it, that's all I'm going to say. If you fnd stereotypes halarious, then this one's for you. If you find Australian archetypes funny, then this one is also for you.
"You get these eye masks in the plane...they're complimentary...you also get a choice! Beef or chicken! What a ripper!"
OK just watch it.