Had too much wine at a restaurant with my ex tonight.
Told him about Mario. Not everything, but enough that I could see him starting to understand.
"Oh," he said. "Oh, Flavio."
I said, "Don't. Don't do the sympathetic thing. Just... don't."
He ordered another bottle.
We didn't talk about it after that. But something shifted. He knows now. Not explicitly, but he knows.
I think maybe I wanted him to know. Maybe that's why I said it.
But now what? Now I'm here and Mario is there and Bonnie is nowhere and I'm still alone.
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You're starting to break through your own denial. That's progress, even if it's uncomfortable.
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