This is always shocking to my system…the part where they just carry on as if you were never there at all. My ex-husband was kind of this way, where I didn’t miss him either. I think I had just had enough by the time it ended and grieved along the way. But this last one; the high school love one; bowled me over and just kept walking and I’m POSITIVE I never entered his mind again. And I was practically rendered catatonic. Bizarro.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.

I still don’t know what I want to be when I grow up, but I know I want it to be spelled right and punctuated correctly. I guess that’s something.