7,398 people. 7,398 people. That is how many people live in my town. And 1 of those 7,398 people happen to be my ex.
I used to love being a small town girl. Everybody knows everybody. The newspaper was 5 pages thick front to back. You could walk down the main street alone and everyone said hello. My dad was a local business owner that everyone knew and loved. Life was simple, barefoot and fun.
As an adult of course the town has gotten wayyy bigger. The dynamics of it are still the same. I still know most people. It still has a small town feel and flow. I still love my little town. I wouldn't want to live in a big city.
But as an ex the town feels much, much smaller. 7,398 people and he is one of them. I run into him at the only Wal-Mart in town. I run into him at the Kroger. I ran into him at the Blue Oyster Cult/Loverboy concert. What the heck!.
When we first split up it was a bad, nasty, messy break up. It has gotten much better. But I hate running into him everywhere. I wish he would get an amazing job opportunity and move somewhere far away and live happily ever after. Is that too much to ask??
He has had several girlfriends over the course of our break up and they all give me terrible looks. Which is fine and to be expected I suppose. Several of them I already new (again small town) and 1 of them I worked with (big company, small town)
Don't get me wrong I am very, very happy in my new relationship. I have been in a relationship since my split with him and my new guy has took some real crap from the x but he stuck around. He is great, I am great, my kids are great, my small town is great. Breaking up in a small town. Not so great.
