Eventually you will begin to wonder (obsess is such a strong word) what your ex has been up to while you, in the mean time, are SO NOT busy determining which navigating clicks on Facebook qualify as creeping exactly.
It is at this stage when the fantasies kick in. Even for those who were handed the short end of the stick when it comes to imagination, the brain will shock and awe with the sheer creativity of the possible scenarios it will oh so very vividly paint for you. On a bad day, that leggy harlot of a secretary of his will be involved. On a good day? A drowning in a puddle of regretful tears, which takes the full 11 minutes to work itself out.
Rest assured here, you are not crazy, nor do you actually want your ex to drown. In fact, it's been proven that for sixty days after a breakup the front lobe of your brain is four times more busy than usual imagining what your ex is doing, thinking, and feeling. You are also suffering from a chemical withdrawal from oxycotin, dopamine, and vassopressin. So, short of going all Lindsay Lohan, you are fighting a losing battle, my friend.
I say ride it out.
In the near future you will probably learn that he is NOT wining and dining Whatshername nor is he writing you weepy, apologetic letters. In the near future, in fact you will probably learn that he has simply replaced with you something mundane like growing house plants while he is SO NOT busy wondering you've been up to...
Tomorrow: Dear Mr. Cop Hiding behind the Bushes or Why I should have been a Serial Killer ;)
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