Chapter One
So. Last night I had a dream about the ex-boyfriend I “dated” all the way through jr. high. I last saw him 27 years ago (yes I was young, and yes I am old). I won’t tell you the dream (it was G rated, people!), but I will say that after finding myself in an extremely bizarre and tense situation (it seriously would have made a great movie), I did something in my dream that I was never sure I’d actually be able to do. A really important thing.
Hmmmm. I’ve been told that seeing yourself take action in a dream actually matters, kind of a lot. Like it shifts something in your brain. It starts forming new neuro-pathways or something. I don’t know. What the heck. Did I feel different when I woke up? Well besides that weird sense that everyone could tell what I had just dreamt, I knew that I had just witnessed myself doing something I previously only hoped I could do.
And I almost felt like I had actually done it.
Which makes me think that maybe I actually could.
Chapter Two
Later this morning, I ran into the ex-boyfriend I dated all through high school. I haven’t seen him in 23 years. Again, yes, I’m feeling a little aged.
I met his lovely British wife and we spent a few very enjoyable minutes catching up and being genuinely glad to have run into each other.
At least I think we were all genuinely glad, who can really tell. They are a great-looking couple, they seem happy together, and I’m truly so glad for them. But still. Was it awkward? For them? I mean having a history with one person (even ancient history), and then being with someone else. In my experience, that kind of thing has the potential to kick your relationship in the shin once in a while. Anyway, we all acknowledged the awkwardness out loud and conversed pretty comfortably like the three super-fascinating adults that we are.
I would honestly love to run into them again.
Chapter Three
After that, the rest of my day included several kid exchanges and other moments in passing with the ex-husband. I have those quite often. They’ve taken on a weird sense of normal.
Chapter Four
And then there’s the ex who still rudely and selfishly invades my thoughts.
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That’s four.
And I only have five exes. Total.
Sheesh!
I’d say that’s plenty for one day. Wouldn’t you?
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