My ex and I have been amicable since our separation in February. In fact, I regard him as one of my best friends. He knows me better than most people, and as a result, I still involve him in my decision-making processes when I’m faced with tough life stuff. He’s been very vocal in our ongoing conversation about my career change, and I appreciate him for that.
Life has been kind of hectic since he started working downtown. His commute eats up his day and his job eats up most of his energy, and we have been talking less and less over the last week weeks. Last night, realizing I’d be able to close the shop up on-time, I asked him if he’d like to meet up for dinner. He agreed. It had been too long between visits.