It's easier for me to imagine that my ex died.

I don’t relate to people who google their exes, or remain Facebook friends with them. It may be petty, but I don’t want to know anything about my ex’s life. Dating? Remarried? With kids? I don’t want to know about it.

It’d be easier to be a widow. People have more sympathy for widows. Not that I’m looking for sympathy but... it’s less painful to imagine that my ex is gone because of extraordinary circumstances than to know that my ex chose to leave. That my ex crushed me in a gleeful rush to get onto the next adventure.

No, I cannot “be happy that it happened rather than sad that it ended”. All of that canned “wisdom” is completely useless to me. If I could erase every memory of my ex from my brain – good and bad – I would.