I got “that look” from my sister when we at dinner together over the weekend. Not to be confused with “that” look, obviously. But that look of smug disdain while I rehashed my story of 10SB’s attempt in trying to communicate with me (multiple times) since the breakup, and my apathetic-ness towards it all.
That look of “oh, we liked him” followed partially by a sigh of practically missing my relationship with him.
Puke.
Of course, I had to remind my sister of his severe negative qualities: such as, not being able to properly socialize without the aid of excessive amounts of alcohol. And being irrationally unpredictable. And boring. Oh, and not giving one damn about my family, my vacation or my feelings.
Don’t get me started with my personal look of “don’t go there.”
October 21st, 2008 at 7:15 am
It’s always interesting to see which girl/boy/itfriend family prefers…my dad actually still asks me every few months if I have any interest in getting back together with a girlfriend…from high school. Like, “Dad, that was 11 years ago. I’ve moved on; so should you.”
October 21st, 2008 at 2:42 pm
Blog J’ - I remember snapping at my poor grandmother when she asked YEARS later (and two failed attempts) at still marrying my ex-fiance.
I’m pretty sure second chances are well enough…