So, I should be moving on and not even bringing this up, but here I go again...the ex.
C's mom called yesterday. We broke up 2 years, 2 months and 2 weeks ago today, exactly (weird, didn't know that until I tried to figure it out right then). She called to say hi and see what was going on in my life.
She's a very nice woman and would've made a wonderful mother-in-law, except for the fact that her son was not the man that I have hoped and prayed for. Anyways, every time she calls (every few months), memories of him come back. It's not easy.
Then I have wise friends who remind me: