Good morning, can I muddle up your life?

I have been trying to figure out how to best go about organizing this new blog. I know my main focus here is going to be telling the story of how I became a Runaway Bride. However, I think I will get too bogged down if I try to tell it from the beginning all in one straight shot, so I'll probably bounce around quite a bit. And guess what...I'm allowed to do that, because it's MY blog. :p

This morning, right as I got into work (late.) I received a text message from someone unexpected...The Dreaded X. It said "Could you stay outta my dreams already?" Hmph. Well. Could you stay out of my INBOX already! Since calling off the wedding almost 6 months ago, our conversation has mostly been limited to discussing the house we're trying to sell, and that is just fine by me. I am perfectly okay with not talking to him. On the other hand, it seems he always manages to find some way to contact me every so often. Just when my life is flowing along smoothly, not a care in the world, BAM! I'm hit with some completely random email, text, phone call that I could have done without. As much as I've tried to ignore it, it somehow always manages to knock me off balance. If any of you have any of those lingering ex's out there, you know what I'm talking about. The ex's that always manage to pop up again when it is least conveniant. It's like they have some sixth sense about when your life is going so great and some little alarm goes off signaling them to come crashing in again, mucking everything up.

This particular breed of ex, the Ex Fiance, is an especially stubborn one. For weeks after we broke up, he would call me, begging for another chance. Even going so far as showing up at my office and actually getting on his knees in front of the building, lip trembling, asking me to change my mind. It was something right out of a movie. Not one of those adorable Romantic Comedies, for sure. More like the most PAINFULLY embarrassing scene in the WORST B-movie sob-fest that you've ever seen. It wast the kind of thing that leaves you pleading with the other person to just stop making you have to be so cruel to them in order to get your point across.

Now, don't go feeling all bad for The Ex just yet, homeboy turned into a Drama Queen in the first degree. About a month after I actually moved out of the house, he would call me to tell me that he had slept with someone else. Great! Wonderful! GOOOD for you. Except, he then called me back to tell me he was lieing, and just wanted to see my reaction. What the hell? My co-worker, Joy, and I have a word for this: Menotional. It is when MEN get all wah, wah, dippy-downer and start doing and saying things so dramatic and out of character that you are left entirely speechless and just shaking your head in wonder.

It's also the kind of behavior that made me breathe a HUGE sigh of relief at getting out when I did...