Where my skin crawls

Regular readers may remember last summer when I spoke of my ex husband. For those of you that are new, that post is here.

I've been very open with my girls, The Old Goat and a few others about the history of the marriage and why I left. But I didn't broadcast it. I was too busy trying to recover. As I moved on with my new life, a new marriage, children, education, career...I made a conscious decision not to spend time in or near the town where I graduated from high school. Not only did it have some painful memories, but it was my ex's home town and I never wanted to run the risk of bumping into him... and I'll be honest, I never wanted to bump into anyone that may have relayed the sighting to him. I needed and still need that much distance. I remember who that young girl was, the one that was so naive and vulnerable. The one that believed things would work out if she just tried harder. The goofy little blond with low self esteem and need to belong. That little optimist still lives inside me, and she deserves whatever kind of distance it takes to feel carefree. 

Occasionally I've fielded questions about my aversion to this little burg and why I'm reluctant to attend events there, particularly my high school reunions. I've always kind of blown it off, but I had a conversation yesterday that reassured me that I'd made yet another good decision....

My sister-in-law, a real sweetie, is from that same town. Recently she lost a brother to cancer. I knew him, but seriously had not seen him in 30 years. He was in the same class as my ex husband although the two of them weren't close at all. My sister-in-law invited me to her brother's service, but I didn't get the date and time and so I missed it. In hind sight, what a blessing.

My ex husband attended.

My sister-in-law introduced him to my niece.

Apparently, he only came because he thought I might be there.

When introduced as the guy I dated in high school, he reminded my sister-in-law and niece that he had married me....and that I'd left him and broken his heart. And he didn't know why...

Oh, and he's never remarried...

And (wait for it)....

...He still has a little spark in his heart for me.

Yeah.

My skin crawls just thinking of it. It's been 30 years and he's portraying himself as so in the dark about why I left him. Now he's "stalking" relative's funerals in hopes of bumping into me, painting himself as the victim and asking questions about me.

And people think I'm too cautious?

Sometimes there just aren't words...

Except... I'm so glad I got out.

PS~ I'm relying on the description of my beloved niece who has excellent judgment... I believe the words she used were "looks normal but acts creepy"...

That's all I have to say about that.