Recently I went to a dance meditation with my girlfriends.
As I walked toward the entrance of the venue I saw a familiar figure walk ahead of me. I thought, “Oh f*ck, is that him?!” As I lined up a staircase to get past the ticket check post, I realised that I was about to come face to face with the ex of all exes—that special ex after whom you go on a soul searching journey because the break up was so damn hard and messy and confusing.
Yep, this special ex, it was him standing on the staircase with his new girlfriend. I stood there with my friends waiting for my body to react and have a meltdown. I felt numb.