I saw my ex today. We're working on the same play, but I managed to avoid him so far. I've been dreading that he'll come to the actual performance with his new person.
He was smiling today, and I walked past which wasn't the most mature thing in the world to do.
I can't pretend that we're friendly acquiantances now. He broke up with me in a text message while I was at work, and I packed up our home while he was away travelling. Once he emailed me in all those months, 'how are you anyway?'. An afterthought.
If tried to make small talk I might have said something honest, like, my father's cancer has returned, and when I found out all I wanted was to go home, but home isn't there any more, and for him to hold me like he used to. That he broke my faith in humanity, because I trusted him and loved him like no one before, and he treated my like dirt in the end too. That right now we would have been trying for a baby, and maybe there would have been good news too.