An ex is like a scar you once got after a seventh Cabernet in a bar with 12 steps.
Some days, you look at it and are proud. At other times, you wonder how you could have done it to yourself.
The lies, the hurt, the occasional odor of indifference and the underarm spray that was at least two years old -- they all serve as jogs and jags to the memory.
Sadly, many people still hold material relics of disappointed love all over the most important part of their lives -- yes, their Facebook timelines.
In the bowels of … Read more