I went to the dentist today. As is my usual practice, I did a wee bit of shopping (my dentist is in a mall, and I made the second and third DVD purchases of my entire life) and wandered out to the bus stop, just as the horde of people getting off at five were walking to said bus stop.
I glanced at a guy who was clearly looking at me.
It was my ex-husband.
We both looked away, pretended we didn't know each other. A bus stopped. A bus that I could have gotten on.
He got on it.
I waited for the next one.
The fucker owes me money. I wish I had the guts to make nice so that we could get around to talking about that.
I've said it before, and I'll say it again: the moral high ground is expensive. And more than just in the wallet sense.