The other day I found something I thought I had destroyed a long time ago.

Actually. Back up. That is a lie. I went looking for it. I knew all along I still had a copy and where I could find it. I didn’t destroy it, when I found it again, either.

I hardly ever watched Sex& The City because I didn’t have HBO, but then TBS started running it and I would watch it if my remote found it during my constant quest for weird stuff  to watch (documentary whore, I tell you). Recall the episode in which Carrie is dumped via Post It Note: “I’m sorry. I can’t.” I totally, totally have been there. Except it wasn’t a post it. He at least had the courtesy to type and send an email.

All of this past rehash is stirring up old memories. As I take myself on a journey from my past to my present, sometimes I feel a longing to see old things again. I was typing up the previous chapter and thinking about the chapter ahead and remembering beginnings and endings. The letter popped up in my mind. I actually dug for it, found it, and read it.

And then I read it again. I was angry again. I didn’t understand again. And five years later, I still don’t know that I could have done anything to avoid getting that breakup email. The Dear Jane letter.

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