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Roundaboutly ended up spending time looking through Facebook photos of my ex and then of his brothers tonight. I really miss his family. Sometimes I even miss him.
It's weird how someone can look so familiar and like a total stranger at the same time.
I've only talked to his parents once in the last seven years. And not at all to his brothers. He never got to know my family well, but I spent so much time with his -- they became my family too. There were times when I chose his family over mine. The twins became like my little brothers. They were wild, funny, wonderful kids, and I would love to know how they are doing. I wish I wasn't afraid to reach out, but it could be more painful to find out they don't care. It doesn't feel pleasant to know that he doesn't.
But it's life, and part of the story of breaking up, and I'll live. It's not a Big Deal; it's just a Thing. A Thing that niggles every once in a while, and I can deal with that.
Sigh.
It's weird how someone can look so familiar and like a total stranger at the same time.
I've only talked to his parents once in the last seven years. And not at all to his brothers. He never got to know my family well, but I spent so much time with his -- they became my family too. There were times when I chose his family over mine. The twins became like my little brothers. They were wild, funny, wonderful kids, and I would love to know how they are doing. I wish I wasn't afraid to reach out, but it could be more painful to find out they don't care. It doesn't feel pleasant to know that he doesn't.
But it's life, and part of the story of breaking up, and I'll live. It's not a Big Deal; it's just a Thing. A Thing that niggles every once in a while, and I can deal with that.
Sigh.