Running Into the Ex

In retrospect, I was really lucky when I broke up with my first boyfriend. As soon as we broke up, he moved, so I never had to worry about seeing him in Boston. It made life (and the breakup) a hell of a lot easier.

Lily and I always say how small of a city Boston is. In some ways, it's a good thing. In other ways, like dating and relationships, it sucks. For instance, I just saw my ex boyfriend two times in the past 24 hours. Two complete opposite ends of the city. This must be some kind of sick joke, he's stalking me, or just a big coincidence. When we were a couple, I never saw him randomly. What the hell? We like all the same restaurants, shops, hangouts, and parks, so I guess it's bound to happen. However, this is just ridiculous.

Last night, I was minding my own business, waiting for Lily in front of one of our favorite hangouts on Newbury Street. Perhaps I should have thought to myself "Well, yes. He goes to the gym between 5-8PM most nights on Newbury Street, so I should avoid the area at all costs." Fuck no. I am not changing my way of life in avoidance of him. But lucky me, I feel a tap on my shoulder, turn around, and it's him.

As mentioned below, The Ex is a narcissist. He has no feelings, so I highly doubt he was sad post-breakup. So nearly a month post-breakup, I'm 100% sure he feels no sadness/pain regarding the end of our relationship. Narcissists cannot relate to other peoples feelings, so it would never cross his mind that it may be slightly difficult to see him.

Right away, I'm standoffish. I would have like to have screamed, cried, and been hysterical, but this was my best defense. "Is it still awkward for you to talk to me? Why don't you ask me how I am or what I've been up to?" he asks. Is he for real? Yes. It is awkward. You broke my heart and I'm trying to piece it back together. In all honesty, I don't care what you've been doing. Sarcastically, I responded, "What do you want me to do, give you a hug and kiss hello? Fine, how are you? What have you been up to?" He proceeds to tell me how busy he's been, how he's been going to the beach and working on his tan, and how great work is going. When he was done with his story (which I was half listening to) he says, "OK, I'd better go now. But talk to you soon!" Didn't ask how I was doing. Not that I would have really answered, but just another example proving that all he cares about is himself.

I guess he learned his lesson last night, because today he walked right past me, looked me in the eye, and kept right on walking. I really don't want to talk to him, because I have nothing to say. When I saw him on Newbury Street, I was so angry afterwards. I also felt empty. I wasn't happy or excited to see him like I would have been a month ago. It's so disappointing to me and saddens me that a relationship can go so bad so quickly, and that when seeing The Ex, all the great feelings you once had for them are completely erased.

*Ashley*