It’s been a year since I spoke to my ex

On this day last year, my ex and I spoke for the last time. He decided it was appropriate to do this the day before I started my new job. Asshole. 

We talked on the phone for two hours. I cried and told him for me our relationship had been genuine. He cried and told me he had never been in love with me. 

Eventually we said goodbye, hung up, and I went into town to buy shoes for my bridesmaid dress that I would be wearing to my best friend’s wedding a week later. I remember a couple standing beside me in the shoe shop looking at bridal shoes. I remember being vaguely aware that I was crying. 

I don’t remember anything else until I was sitting on the bus on the way to work the next day. Crying. And realised I was going to be 20 minutes late for the first day of my new job. 

A year later I’m really enjoying my job. And I’m going to celebrate that fact tomorrow with a cupcake. And an Aperol Spritz. 

Yay me.