I'm going through a momentary period where I'm sitting here, amongst what has become the normal routine of my happier, albeit modified, life, and somehow find myself just wishing that I could forget you or that i had never met you. Even with what that means. But, I have to be honest. I wouldn't give up that period of my life for anything. I've learned from it, as with any other life experience, and as always screwed up a lot more than I learned from in the process.

I make mistakes. I learn from them, or like to think that I do. It's just never very easy to reflect on what feels like a waste of time versus what really was not such a waste.

No relationship is ever so amazing and perfect as it is downright flawed. If it's always bubblegum and rainbows, something is wrong.

I guess what I'm saying here is that, for whatever reason, you've been on my mind today more often than normal. I get what your issues with me are on a personal level, but I don't understand why that means you can't be... sociable, civil, or even half-ass decent towards me. When, in the end, I still treated you as a friend; some would say that was more than you yourself deserved. At times I consider them to be correct, other times not so much. Right now, though, I'm kind of siding with them. That's a sad fact, considering that this situation ultimately harms neither of us, but our son...