Erratic behavior from the ex

[hunter]

3. My worst ex and I had a very clean break.

I jumped out of her moving car, slid down a street in Berkeley leaving a trail of blood and skin behind me and I hit the curb more-or-less gently. I'm not exaggerating. Ruined perfectly good Levi's jeans, jacket, and shirt. (Underwear and socks were inexpensive to me. My shoes survived in usable condition.)

She put all my stuff in a box and sent it to me, no note, no nothing. I didn't have any of her stuff, except in my head. I was living in a shack. We didn't go there. Her physical residence was much nicer, but the place in her head was much worse.

We've crossed paths since but we never make eye contact, don't acknowledge one another's existence. I'm not sure that's a schism that can ever be crossed.

She probably owes me at least a million dollars or a portion of a house in La Jolla, but honestly, it's not worth it. I'd rather die in poverty as an honest man. I don't begrudge her anything. We both dealt as best we could with the messes we found ourselves in and we went on to find our own "happily ever afters."

It's a much better world for everyone with all that past.