I used to read here for awhile after I left, but it was keeping me from detaching fully.
My x is still the same. He is one that will never grow up. I rarely ever speak of him because quite frankly, he's not worth my time.
One of his sister's called me up the other day because she had it out with him. She sees his behavior like I do, childish. She needed to complain to someone that would understand, so I let her complain to me. It's amazing to hear that he hasn't changed one bit in all this time.
I on the other hand have grown a lot. It's wonderful that he doesn't occupy my thoughts anymore.
Your x also sounds like he's still stuck too.
I would love to meet someone. I have spend most of my thirties single. I sometimes get the feeling that I may not meet anyone. It usually doesn't bother me, but sometimes I do get a little lonely.
