When Your Ex’s Ghost Haunts You Everywhere
I could do without the reminders.
It’s been a few weeks since I’ve seen my ex, Jon. Twenty-one days to be exact, but who’s counting?
This is the umpteenth time I’m back to getting over him. That fucker got under my skin.
Life moves on, and so has he. Despite the heartache, I’m making an ardent effort to wait 30 days since the last time I saw him before starting anything new with someone else.
I guess it’s a testament to how deep I feel for him and some weird commitment that I have to him, that while I’m in love with him I can’t easily be intimate with someone else. Which is ironic since our relationship was an affair.
The reminders of him are everywhere when I drive. Especially when I go to Newport for appointments because his office is off of the main road to get there. We’ve never had photos taken together but with a private medical practice (and a quick scene in a reality show), Googling his name yields a million pics. I’ve stopped doing that; it feels stalker-ish and pathetic like I’m fangirling over a celebrity.
I have reminders on my body. A scar on my knee from fucking in my car. Another scar from when he redid my tummy tuck surgery. It annoys me that he has no reminders of me anywhere and having bounced between…
