Early this week I took my laptop to a café with wi-fi, because my Internet connection had been down all day, and I needed to check e-mail. I enjoyed an hour there with a tuna sandwich and coffee, classical music in the background, and the genial bustle of the suprisingly large late afternoon crowd -- a welcome contrast to the quiet aloneness of my standard work day. Even though I hadn't felt down when I arrived, being there had lifted me up.
So I was feeling good and light-hearted as I stood on the curb waiting to cross the street. And then I heard a voice greeting me by name. When I turned, there he was, the ex. Our relationship has been the most challenging and painful of my adult life. He is the Ultimate Difficult Person.
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