Unexpected.
That's the only way I can describe my ex's response to my having gotten back in touch. This is my first ex wife, perpetrator of perhaps the messiest ugliest divorce possible several years back.
She was...surprisingly pleasant and even remotely intrigued in hearing from me.
I know, I know, why did I get in touch?
Well because I've in the back of my mind half decided to perhaps pursue an MFA in writing and fully decided to start writing again. Problem has been that most of what I have that is workable and marketable fiction is in fact contributed to on a content and conceptual level by her. So rather than risk a mess down the road and accusations of plagiarism, I got in touch.
It was a pleasant conversation. I have to admit - here, in a relatively limited forum - that I miss her. I don't want to get too much into it, but it was a good mix of both of our faults at it going downhill, and she's a self proclaimed lesbian (supposedly) but I still miss her. She is more my speed and mentality for a woman than anyone I've been with since.
Figures.
But it was still a strange situation to be messaging back and forth on a stripped down new account on Myspace that I set up specifically to talk to her. It was strange to be almost welcomed back as a friend of sorts. It was strange to want to be there.
My job situation isn't improving, nor is my social situation. I know it will pan out eventually, and i'm SURE something good will come of this at some point or another.
In the meantime I'm just going to be bitter and angry and keep revising and resubmitting my resume. Something's bound to happen.
Eventually.
Quote from the Gavin Rossdale interview:
Regarding if somethings things get to be too much:
"[I just] let the calendar flip and in a few days with a few nights' sleep...We're durable, we're all durable."
The way out is through.
That's the only way I can describe my ex's response to my having gotten back in touch. This is my first ex wife, perpetrator of perhaps the messiest ugliest divorce possible several years back.
She was...surprisingly pleasant and even remotely intrigued in hearing from me.
I know, I know, why did I get in touch?
Well because I've in the back of my mind half decided to perhaps pursue an MFA in writing and fully decided to start writing again. Problem has been that most of what I have that is workable and marketable fiction is in fact contributed to on a content and conceptual level by her. So rather than risk a mess down the road and accusations of plagiarism, I got in touch.
It was a pleasant conversation. I have to admit - here, in a relatively limited forum - that I miss her. I don't want to get too much into it, but it was a good mix of both of our faults at it going downhill, and she's a self proclaimed lesbian (supposedly) but I still miss her. She is more my speed and mentality for a woman than anyone I've been with since.
Figures.
But it was still a strange situation to be messaging back and forth on a stripped down new account on Myspace that I set up specifically to talk to her. It was strange to be almost welcomed back as a friend of sorts. It was strange to want to be there.
My job situation isn't improving, nor is my social situation. I know it will pan out eventually, and i'm SURE something good will come of this at some point or another.
In the meantime I'm just going to be bitter and angry and keep revising and resubmitting my resume. Something's bound to happen.
Eventually.
Quote from the Gavin Rossdale interview:
Regarding if somethings things get to be too much:
"[I just] let the calendar flip and in a few days with a few nights' sleep...We're durable, we're all durable."
The way out is through.
and if it makes you feel any better my social situation isnt improving either, I can't seem to find people to chill with in charlotte.