Saturday, I ran into my ex-boyfriend and his wife for the first time.

She’s pregnant.

I wish I had some clever way to tell this story, but the point is it sucked.

I don’t miss him. I don’t wish it were me. I’m really not even jealous.

I’m just mad that it had to happen when I was all alone buying [redacted romantic comedy] and frozen dinners in my pajamas looking lonely and pathetic.

Judging by the way she spoke to me, she probably felt so sorry for me.

The feeling is mutual.

8 months ago  /  31 notes