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Years ago, my ex-boyfriend with whom I'd had almost no contact for over ten years called and told me that he absolutely needed to see me. He needed to talk. At the time, I was going through my own dilemmas and struggles but I aquiesced, thinking that maybe I could get him to cash my paycheque.
At the café, I explained that I had no real currency on me, just a cheque. He bought me a capuccino.
So what was this big thing he wanted to tell me ?
His heart was aching for a boy and he wanted me to give him any advice to help him through it. He unabashedly asked, with not a sliver of humility, "What kind of things did you do to get over me ?"
My jaw dropped and I laughed because I couldn't imagine for a moment that this was serious. But it was.
-you mean the sleepless nights, the hazy days, the drugs, the sex, the tears, the screams, - those things ?-

I told him to get over him and to get over it.
And he never cashed my cheque.
bastard.