You're right. Although at this point in time, I can imagine myself deriving a perverse pleasure in shutting the door in the X's face when he wants to come back. But that's just the hurt and the anger talking. You'll have to ask me again another day.
I seriously can't imagine the X wanting to come back, so I really will have to get on with my life without him.
I keep trying to imagine that he's dead, and that I'm widowed instead of D'ed. But it's kinda of hard to do that when we have to communicate regularly for kid.
You can call me Dory/ Grl.
As a wise fish once sang,"Just keep swimming!"
It's no use to go back to yesterday because I was a different person then.
