But it didn't work out because of different temperaments, and he tried to let me down as nicely as possible when I went to go see him this May on vacation, on the other side of the country.
I was crushed, and it was really difficult to get through the remaining 5 days of my vacation, staying with him in his house after getting dumped. For some reason (desperation maybe), I did not change my plans to immediately fly home.
We've been trying to be friends since, at least over Facebook and text messaging. I cut off Skyping because I found it too painful to think about "seeing" him live.
On Friday, I found out on Facebook through a comment a relative made on his Wall that he'd be in NYC this weekend. He hadn't told me, and is staying with an old platonic woman friend. NYC is just a few hours from me, and where I'd first met him in 2010.
How would you feel to find out after the fact? Would you be hurt? What would you do with that hurt? Say something? Just ignore it? I'm tempted to ignore it, because honestly, I wasn't ready to see him and be blithely "Hey, how you doing, pal?" yet. But I admit I had some tearful hours Friday and Saturday, and I'm now ignoring a text from him where he joked about how far he walked in Manhattan. Mature, I know.
Augh, why does love take so damn long to get over? I'd have been okay with 1 month of mourning, tops.
I'd be grateful for advice you'd like to share, even if it's "Rub some dirt on it and get over it." Thank you




