|It has been a rainy few days and I had spent most of yesterday at home, so I decided to drive over to Friday's for lunch. There were only a few cars in the driveway and I was the only person sitting at the bar.|
As I sipped my ice tea, I noticed someone walk in, take a seat near me then abruptly get up and turned. I never got a good look at the person as I was writing at the time.
Even without a good glance, by the motion, I knew who it was in an instant…
…After 6.5 years with someone, you know the way he moves. Even if it had been in near darkness, I think I would have recognized him. MP moved to the other side of the bar, placing the middle of the bar between us. To the best of my knowledge, the two of us had not been in the same room for 18+ months.
A year ago, I would have felt anxious and would have wanted to leave immediately.
But I sat there and ate normally, coolly talking with the female bartender and eating a high fat Jack Daniels burger and fries.
I considered what to do. Should I say hi? Would I regret saying nothing?
I pondered the circumstances in which we broke up: the pain, the anger, the lies, the restraining order on him... But I realized these emotions were in the past. Any bad things that happened with him are the price I've paid (in some cases, quite literally) for being where I am today.
Today, I'm a well balanced, confident guy. I am following my passions and I'm surrounded by some wonderful people. I have no complaints or regrets.
I walked out, prepared to wave and say "hi." But he was hunched over reading a paper. I got a glance at him. Since I had seen him last I would say he's gained 20+ lbs and he looked tired. I've gotten some indications that things are not going well. I wish him well, but he's not my problem.