This past week I've been feeling a lot of pain over what I thought was missing the ex and all the things we used to do.
You know, a lot of times when this happens to me, I'm not missing the
reality of doing whatever with XAH, I'm missing what I
wish it was like. I think I've posted before about how I'd miss him when I was walking the dogs and then remember that the vast majority of dog walks w/him in attendance ended in a fight, him pouting, him storming off home, him ignoring me until I got peeved and called him on it, or some other unpleasant ending.
I never understood how my mom could pretend we had this happy childhood and warm fuzzy family life when it was pretty clear that my stepfather was an abusive ba$tard towards all of us. In the last few years, looking at my denial and the things I've fabricated in my mind regarding my own marriage, I've begun to get it...
Was it really the way you remember it? Or have you borrowed my rose-colored glasses?