I bumped into my ex-girlfriend while at the store with my wife the other day. My wife is pregnant and we were shopping for baby toys. As the three of us conversed awkwardly, I recalled telling my ex that I was not the marrying kind. I had hoped she had forgotten that I said that, since it had been quite a while since the breakup. The conversation was full of awkward pauses and the feeling that some or all of us were dancing on the edge of bringing up the past. The standard cordialities were put forward: "Hi, how have things been?", "You look good.", "Glad to see life has worked out alright for you." As we went to part ways, she called out over her shoulder "So much for you not being the marrying type." She stopped and turned around, then spoke again. "And now look at you, married to a knocked up broad."
It was good to see that she held onto things from the past just as much as I did. After all, she was the one who eventually left me for one of my best friends and then acted like nothing happened. But at least I had the decency not to call her on it all these years later.
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