'Him'

After talking so much shit about how I didn't miss 'him', it hit me over the weekend ... I do indeed miss 'him'.

As I was walking around my apartment after a day of shopping with my grandmother, thoughts of 'him' clouded my mind. The memories hit me so hard I had to sit down on my couch and regroup. Usually on a Saturday afternoon or evening, we would be together doing something. On a typical Saturday, we would be out having dinner someplace ... me, 'him', and the kid. And some Saturdays it would be just me and 'him' acting crazy somewhere ... drinking and having a good time.

Towards the end (although we didn't know it was the end), we started venturing out more. Dinner parties ... watching football games together ... going shopping for Christmas presents ... just doing things out of our normal element. And sadly enough, I miss 'him'. I miss doing things with 'him'. 'He' became a major part of my life ... a very routine part of my activities.

Nevertheless, if I didn't miss 'him' before I certainly missed 'him' on that Saturday. I wonder if I'll ever miss 'him' again.