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What the fuck???

Every time I called I thought I was calling two hours later. I guess I was wrong…

So, I get home from work. The local paper is sitting on the coffee table. There is a small picture on the front and I think, “hehe, that kind of looks like my ex-boyfriend.” I look closer, it…is?…my ex-boyfriend. My ex-boyfriend who hasn’t talked to me since December. My ex-boyfriend who might have picked up the phone 2 weeks ago and definitely called without me answering the other night. Who, last time I talked to him, lived in Los Angeles. I open up the paper. There is an article on him. Yeah, so, he apparently lives in Chicago and is starring in some play. Apparently he’s been living here since January and apparently I’m not important enough of a person to tell.

My dad said that he saw it and was tempted to throw it away. I am freaking out. And kind of pissed. And, I don’t know what. What?

I mean, really, what the fuck?

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Hi, I'm Val. I spent most of my 20s in a standstill, unable to pick which path in life I wanted to take. I wanted the nomadic life of a traveler but also wanted the husband, the condo, and the kitten. Unable to decide which life I wanted more, I did nothing. When I turned 30 I’d had enough of putting my life on hold and decided to start “choosing my figs.” So, I quit my job, bought a one-way ticket to Europe, and traveled for three years. Now I'm back in Chicago, decorating my apartment in all the teal, petting my cats, and planning my next adventure.

  • Sid
    May 12, 2006at7:09 am

    so if this guy is your ex, and you haven’t talked in forever…why does he matter?

  • val
    May 12, 2006at7:55 am

    by ex-boyfriend, i mean high school boyfriend. We broke up 6 years ago and have been friends since. I went to visit him for a week in December, so I’m just going crazy because I saw him a few weeks earlier and then he stopped talking to me and apparently moved back.
    i seriously couldn’t sleep last night.

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