Journaling

I've been back to doing pretty well. I'm having busy days at work, and I've got a new gal at work who I like a great deal. And I think the feeling is mutual.

I was out on Friday night at an event with coworkers. It took me a long time to make friends, but now there's a select group of people who get together every so often, because we're all nice, giving, and laid-back people.

Then I just took it easy. I did some laundry, cleaning, and things like that. I slept like a rock. My dog who always wakes me up at 6am somehow let me sleep until 12:30 on Saturday. What the? I felt in a time warp for the rest of the day.

Something really jarring happened today.

My small department at work recently moved our office into a brand spankin' new one, off the side of a library. I work at a university and the library is a specialized one. From where I sit, I can see the lobby and entry/exit doors of the library.

I happened to look up from my desk, and who do I see? H's crazy exW. She's on her way out of the library and has her head craned to the side, looking at me.

I really don't know what to say or do. By the time I realized it was her, she was gone.

But I'm really upset. If there was a single solitary bright side to my R crumbling, it was not having to hear about her or see her. She is a strange blend of aggressive and clingy. We were never close. I said but a few words to her over the years, and she mostly treated me like I was invisible.

Also, she has zero business being there. She has the summer off from her work, but she does nothing even tangentially related to the library's focus.

I think the website recently got updated about our move.

I officially feel creeped out. I think she was there to see me. But not to talk to me, just to see me.