Alright, so I am sitting here enjoying my alone time after a few glasses of wine on a Thursday night while my 11 month old daughter sleeps looking back at old photos of a life I lived before the mommy was smeared on me and the tattoo on my ring finger ever existed thinking WOW was that really the person I used to be and the life I lived? As a typical girl when the wine starts flowing I wonder what happened to that ex, the one that ended badly but you thought it was true love and you couldn’t exist in a world without him, but now you somehow have and moved on to a new life. It’s only in this fuzzed up state of mind I think of that life and yet it seems to haunt me like buying something you can’t afford but thinking you can’t live without it or that really great meal you had but had to unbutton your pants after; when you think of it you cringe but smile with happiness all at the same time. Anyway, point I’m trying to make is why when I am trying to relax and get my wine on do my previous experiences haunt me? That ex cheated on me. That past life was anxiety ridden and I was unhappy. While I sit here in my house with my beautiful daughter sleeping and happily married, why do I miss that life and him?