Yesterday I ran into an acquaintance I hadn’t seen in awhile. As we did our quick five-minute catch-up, she asked me how my ex was doing. I told her “I wasn’t sure since we’re no longer together.” Immediately, she gave me the look of sadness and sympathy. I’ve gotten used to “that look”. She didn’t hesitate to say she thought she saw him with another woman a few days ago and sorta resembled Jennifer Aniston.
If her parting words were meant to make me feel better about myself – she was dead wrong! All sorts of images came flying through my mind – Did he hook up with her while we were together? If not, how soon after did they meet? I told myself “Calm down. Leave it alone.” But crazy thoughts were flooding my mind so I immediately drove to my sister’s house for support.
When I recounted my conversation, she immediately said “Oh, let it be. Just because the past taps you on the shoulder, doesn’t mean you have to look back. So what she looks as hot as Jennifer f**king Aniston”, she says waving her arm around.
She then looked at me with a smirk and said “let’s look him up in Facebook or his Instagram account. He’ll post photos of her there. Yes! Let’s do that!”
In that instant, I knew she was more excited than I to see how this woman looked. That’s when it hit me.
“Gonna pass on it” I told her.
He wouldn’t be the wiser but I didn’t want to seem as if I was stalking him. It didn’t feel right to me. I can’t change the past and I didn’t want to continue spending the rest of the evening hashing out what happened to us like a broken record player. I wasn’t going back to him nor did I want to. I’m on good terms with my ex. It just never made sense to hate on someone that I once loved.
For now, I’m happy where I am.
“Sis, do you have a bottle of wine or beer in the fridge…let’s celebrate.”
Sometimes letting things go is an act of far greater power than defending or hanging on. ~ Eckhart Tolle