Well, it's been a year since it ended.
It's been about a year since my ex and I broke up.
I've made absolutely zero contact in that time... amazingly enough.
I wish I could say I don't think about her anymore or hurt anymore-- but I'd be lying.
This evening I went out with a friend.. a friend that sees her often. I've made a rule among all my friends. And that rule is "don't ask don't tell". The penalty for breaking this rule is death.. or so I tell them. And it's worked well thus far.
In any case, he started to tell me that he and her spoke today at which point I cut him off and reminded him of the 'rule'. I said "look, there's nothing that you can say that will result in a good reaction from me." I proceeded to say "i hope she's well and happy" Which from me, was just lip service. He said "well that's exactly what she said about you". I started going off on a minirant about how that is such a bullsh!t thing to say after 10 years together. A cop out etc etc. Especially after the way things ended and how badly I got screwed over (I know, it's a two way street).
He tells me I need to move past all of this and accept things. Now, there's certain things I can accept and certain things I cannot accept. I accept we are no longer together but I cannot let what happened at the end slide. Some horrible sh!t went down at the end that was very damaging... especially from someone I trusted with my life.
The gist of their conversation, which apparently latest 40 minutes, was good things about me.
Which bugs me because I have a less than positive view of the situation.
Am I insane? Should I be all peachy keen by now? Even though he's one of my best friends- I feel like a total @ssh0le for going off like that.
I should also say that I haven't been sitting home this last year sulking. I go out all the time meet girls (all have been duds blah), work and stay active through exercise. I get lonely, but that's natural.
And there's my little immature rant.