The fact that my EX (yes, my EX-husband) breezed in and out of the city recently and we enjoyed conversation over lunch seems almost inconsequential. It's only real relevance was the fact that it validated my possession of a fully healed and optimally functioning heart that is open to loving and being loved. Closure complete.
I thought closure would mean having an in-your-face, last word confrontation with my EX. I anticipated full-on drama with emphatic twisty-neck and pointy-finger-style; enumerating all the ways he screwed up and screwed me over. I planned to diminish his ego until he was nothing but a cowering piece of man.
