At some point, we all are going to hear that poltergeist like hiss in our minds.... "Get out"
Whether you choose to obey or not may depend on a lot of different personal variables. For some of us... that dusty, rasping cob-webby howl is... well ....a last plea bastion for self-survival...
We are... the Ex-Generation.
The only pre-requisite for membership into this club is to have survived some sort of relationship. No age minimum or maximum. Gender is not specific. We all have hearts. We've all had them broken...even if it was by ourselves in the name of saving ourselves.
The purpose of this collection of writings in not to bash my ex. It is to celebrate my being an ex and all the joys, comedy and "god damn it this thing should have come with directions" that I have and continue to encounter. Hopefully, along the way it will illicit a smile, a smirk, a laugh or some sort of lightbulb moment for someone besides me.
Me? I'm just a newly found single girl trying to establish and shape my new life all without stepping on too many toes whilst I keep people from stepping on mine.
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