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Stick the knife in, now twist

No matter how happy I am that I am no longer with my X, and also comfortable with the fact that he is with another person, it still hurts to see him expressing his attraction for her in ways I can no longer remember him doing with me. Case in point, I saw them both at the gym today and I talked to them both, apart and together. No problem. Then however I caught a glimpse of him holding her hand as they left. I honestly cannot remember a time when he held my hand 1) when I hadn't initiated the contact and 2) when it lasted more than a few seconds before he literally shook it off like I was annoying him. I haven't really held someone's hand like they meant it in probably half a decade. Half a decade people. Or more.

You know that scene in When Harry Met Sally right before they sleep together and Sally is freaking out because she discovered her X is getting married and just didn't want to marry her? It's kind of like that only no tears (or really anything more than a mild twinge of sadness/annoyance) and there's no one here to sleep with. Drats.

But the twinge is no longer. I have two dates this weekend - Friendster Guy and Picture Taker Guy. Maybe one will step up to the plate and sweep me off my feet.

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Anonymous said…
maybe he just needed the shock of being left to remember it's the little things that count...
or maybe he's just a nice, but clueless man--he wouldn't be the first...

i'll be rooting for some hand holding (or more) this wknd.
Sassy Pants said…
Except it's MY gym. I work there. He hadn't been in weeks, if not months, and now they are coming right when I teach a class in the main room. If it weren't an amicable divorce I'd say he was trying to torture me but I know he's not - at least not consciously - it's just a convenient time when most people are there. I guess I'd rather run into them there where I expect them than out on the street unexpectedly. At least I have psychological prep time this way.
Sassy Pants said…
And yes, he is clueless. I hope he's learned something from the divorce. I really do. I certainly have.
Anonymous said…
Would it be against the terms of your amicable divorce for you to ask him to find a different time (or to use a different gym)? You know, you've gotten by for a long time thinking he's clueless. But he's a smart man. A Ph.D., no less, and we all know how smart they are. /snark. But switch on the dark side of your imagination for a moment and consider that he may be acting - oh, subconsciously, surely, without meaning any harm - a wee bit passive-aggressive.

I'll butt out now.

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