When your ex begins to date, for some  reason, the whole world needs to know. If you’re like me you have already cut ties on social media and blocked them. It’s not that I wanted to be mean but rather I needed space for me. Anyway I wasn’t surprised to find out from the actual source that he was dating someone. After all I left a huge void and it would take someone with huge feet to fill my shoes. I made it clear that I was not ready for an introduction.

There I was dodging any type of awkwardness that I thought might arise. I was doing the opposite of what most would consider normal. I did everything I could to avoid that meeting. In my mind we certainly did not need a meet and greet. I simply had no desire to see the “new boo”.  I’m sure it was mistaken for jealousy but it really wasn’t that at all. This probably made for quite the conversation and assumptions but It was a case of IDC. If there is a meter for caring, I was way off the chart. None detected.

As social media and its wonderful web of connection began to spin so did the minds of people in my circle. Suddenly I got a barrage of texts with photos of the lovebirds. People wanted to gauge my reaction. I had a much bigger response to my nonstop flight to Cancun getting canceled. I shared all of my upcoming plans. My life is extremely exciting and I wanted to make sure everyone understood that. Someone I look up to gave me the best advice. She said that I should not feel the need to compete. That was priceless.

To be honest I want him to be happy because it would bring balance to this dynamic. We are raising kids. That was not an easy place to arrive at but it is necessary for my own growth. A few years ago I would have set him up with an alligator. I was bitter and now I’m better. That has to be on a T-shirt somewhere. Yay for me. Thankfully I moved out of that mindset.

Due to a miscommunication we all ended up at one of the kids sports events. Here we go. I was not happy at all. It was similar to the abrupt removal of a bandage with no warning. I was face to face with them. It was inevitable. If only I had known I would not have shown up in mom mode. My hair was in a ponytail and I was without makeup. I was more upset that I was caught without my glam glow. No one sent an email informing me of the upcoming meeting. This organization stinks and is lacking in communication.

Now that that is out of the way we can resume our lives. I will be living my life sprinkled with glitter. They will be living theirs. We will intersect whenever necessary. Hopefully I will be in my glam glory for the next time, batting my larger than life eyelashes. That is if I don’t get one stuck to my finger or glue my eye shut.

Regina H