that is my former life appeared today …

On my way out of my office building I ran into a woman with whom I used to go to church. She and I were in several leadership positions together. Although she can be incredibly overbearing, she does have a good heart, and I always liked her (for the most part). Anyway, even though we work in the same building, I haven’t seen her in probably a year. We chatted for a five minutes or so, and she apologized for not keeping in touch but admitted she couldn’t remember my “new” (maiden) name and, in fact, thought I was no longer working for the company.

She filled me in briefly on the ex — namely that he only shows up at church on holidays — and then proceeded to discreetly trash his family. She never was a big fan. She said something about people with “different viewpoints,” the gist being that I was not like them. Duh.

After she talked for a minute or so, she stopped, looked at me and said, “You look good. Really good.” Now I know most of you may have seen, at most, one or two photos of me, but for those few people who read this and knew me back in the day (Hi Gina! Hi Jennifer! Hi Chris!), you gotta admit I am far hotter now. Not that that’s saying much, as how attractive can you be when you’re miserable, but I’ve learned to work my sassy charms (and big boobs).

It was nice to see her. I know chances are slim that I’ll ever set foot in our church again, unless it’s for a funeral, and she knows that too. It hasn’t even been two years yet since the ex and I separated, but that life bears no relation to my life now. I can’t even remember who I was then, you know?

∗ Posted by Monique on 05.31.2006
∗ My life, The Ex, The past