And so it begins....

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So I pulled into the strip center parking lot to go buy guitar strings when my ex pulls right up next to me. She must have seen me and raced over. She says that she had gotten my vehicle insurance cards in the mail and that this was going on and that was going on and was all smiles and jocular and chatty. WTF. I have no interest in being her buddy.

I know that to keep DBing means to keep and friendly relationship with her and hope she comes around. I’m not sure I can stomach that. I think what I really want is a clean break so that I can get over her. I don’t want my heart to pound out of my chest every time I run into her in a parking lot. To stand. Huh. I might as well. To detach. I’m trying. I’m terribly afraid that he two may be mutually exclusive.