Something strange happened back in January 2006. I spent my “un-wedding day” in a foggy haze at a car dealership, where my best friend basically bought my car for me because I was so out of it. I don’t think I even cared what year the car was. I remember signing paperwork and that’s about it. I was waking up from what I was now realize was an abusive relationship.
I had also just started a new job. While I was dating my ex, I had distanced myself a little from my friends because they didn’t like him (and they’d also want me to tell you that they were freaked out about who I became while I was with him). But, with the breakup now made official by a football field’s worth of required distance at all times, I felt I could breathe again. Friends had been inviting me to join MySpace for months and on January 31, 2006, I finally did. (I might have avoided it a few months more had I not found the profile of my one of my best friends from high school. We lost touch in college, and I tried sending her a message but I couldn’t unless I signed up. Bean, for all that follows, I owe ya.) Continue reading →
