Smiling on the inside

Saw the ex yesterday for the first time in forever.

She came over to pick up a couple of her things that had lingered at my place since we split. You know how that happens.

Anyway, we had nice little talk, the kind of talk you have with your ex: How you doing? How’s work? How’s your mom and dad? This, that and the other.

There was one thing I left unsaid, however. One thing I just couldn’t say to her face.

Her now considerably more round face. The face whose cheekbones are now obscured by the weight she’s put on since she cheated on me and moved in with another guy.

Is it wrong I was smiling inside knowing that in the time since we split up she’s gone from relatively in shape and having a great ass, to having a puffy face and a sizable belly straining the waistband of her skirt?

No, didn’t think so. Seriously, I’m not kidding, I’m smiling even now as I write this.

– S.R.