So last night, a friend of mine posted some whatever quiz on FB, and she couldn't solve it. It was actually quite funny, how she was unable to see the solution, and a number of her friends were teasing her about it.
A friend of hers, C, posted the solution (but not how to arrive at it).
C was my last girlfriend, from (mumblemumble) years back. I knew she had a FB account, but didn't think she was at all active. Not that I've been snooping.
So there she was on the thread, commenting.
It's been long enough to pave over any lingering issues, right? I thought about friending her last night, but decided to sleep on it. And in the morning, I went back to my default position to not bother my exes, and if they want to friend me, I'm up for it. But it should be their call, not mine. I've done quite enough, thank you.
A couple of years ago, in one of these black nights of the soul, I pulled up her email response to me dumping her. Man, was I ever a jerk back then. I'm ashamed.
Not that we would have been a good match anyway, but I certainly didn't do right by her.
Leave it alone, Renault. Leave it alone.