I'm soooooo happy...

...to find out that my ex has moved out of the state (waaaaay out of the state) this week. Is that wrong? We haven't dated in years and years, but every so often, I'd run into him (once, I ran into him while I was on a blind date, which was sheer agony--ex was wasted and kept sending us drinks and screeching my name across the bar).

He's a recovering addict, and he was always trying to get me to go for coffee so he could atone for his sins. I never wanted to, because I'd left that all behind. He kept writing me, asking for detailed lists of all of the horrible things he'd done to me during our relationship. Why???

Then I realized that, he just MIGHT be writing a book about his fun adventures on Planet Opiate. And it's not like he could remember all of the fun details, right?

Sorry. Not helping with the tell-all. 

Anyway, via con dios. Best of luck to you (and especially to your new wife).

(PS: I realize that this post might say more about me than it does about him; I'm ok with that.)