Such a strange day
In some ways I felt very foreign among this group of friends and ex-family and in other ways it was just like old times. Most of the girls were going back up to my old house for evening fun and for a split second I almost wanted to go myself. To be back in my house, with the bar, pool table, darts, and all the guys playing poker and getting trashed, all us girls on the deck smoking and drinking, while everyone's dogs run crazily around. I was nostalgic for a moment and then realized the problem with the whole scenario - my ex. I don't hate him or anything, I just definitely see no reason to socialize with him. It would just be weird. If I could somehow go back and have that same fun evening without him existing, it could be kind of fun. To be a guest in my own home to the kind of party that we threw each and every weekend...
But I have to remember that I was the one who walked away from it and there was a damn good reason, or more accurately many damn good reasons.
But I have to remember that I was the one who walked away from it and there was a damn good reason, or more accurately many damn good reasons.