A Note on Ladies’ Weekends
A few days after my relationship ended, two of my favorite lady friends sent me a care package filled with goodies to help me through those tender days post-breakup when you don’t want to leave your apartment and only want to wear sweatpants. These ladies are the best. Truly.
Last weekend, these ladies and I went on a sensible vacation to a place with palm trees (the best kind of place). We laid by the pool, read Real Simple magazine, talked about our 401k contributions, and laughed a lot. We also got frozen yogurt. Twice.
On our way back from dinner one night, my ex called me. No, he FaceTimed me. I didn’t answer (because WTF?) but texted him and said, “pocket dial” to which he replied, “My uncle wanted to talk to you.” Um, ok. You don’t FaceTime your ex-girlfriend so your uncle can talk to her, and she doesn’t answer your FaceTime because she is moving on with her life and drinking margaritas.
I saw my therapist today, and she said, “I just have to say. You look so much better.” And, to be honest, I feel much better. Dating has been kind of fun, I’ve been much more social, I had this super relaxing weekend, and everything feels okay. This is good. This is better.