I met up with my ex today. I was in west London in my old patch, and lots of memories came back as I walked the streets I lived in for years... I called my ex and he was like, 'I'm going to be driving on Ladbroke Grove in five minutes - want me to pick you up'. So spent 45 minutes together before I had to go to my doctors appointment and it was just, well, sooo nice. Wierd - really wierd - like stepping back in time driving around the same streets we once lived in - but also equally very and comforting. It's lucky to have nice exes who are worth their weight in gold and you will always have a connection with, despite having broken up (I also have rubbish ones I'll never speak to again). Very 'mature' and not an easy place to come to. I also cannot believe in a few months I'm gonna be divorced from him finally. Phew!
I just wanted to share this but perhaps I should have blogged this. I am going to bed now. Night.