Everybody has that One Ex. Mine Died.
Everybody has that One Ex. Mine Died. It's been over two months and here I am, still in a mindless wander attempting to comprehend a plethora of emotions and decipher how to navigate my way around how to mourn him. Today is November 18th and on September 2nd, I'd just woken from a nap and was still lounging in bed when I got the call from one of my best friends. "Terri Jo, I don't know if you know yet, but Tommy died." I'm pretty sure I answered her with utter silence. After a few seconds (that felt more like minutes), she said, "Nobody knew how to tell you. I'm so, so sorry." She was talking about my previous ex-boyfriend of eight years. While we hadn't been together for over four years, it was (what I always called) a very "passionate" relationship. I laid there, speechless and in shock, with no thoughts that could even begin to grasp what I'd just heard. And with every bit of honesty that I can muster within me... I honest-t...
