this morning i was slapped in the face with one of the best memories i have of mr ex man. i had to drive down an old road east of where i live. its a rural area and this road was seldom used and when it was, it was mainly the farmers who drove their tractors on it. i am far enough along in the break up process that not every little thing reminds me of him, so i was driving along, oblivious, when i saw it. this little country road that runs next to a pasture where we had parked,watched the amazing sunset, and listened to the new(at the time)black crowes album-warpaint. it wasnt a slap in the face, it was a punch in the stomach. makes me so mad! just last night i was praying for forgetfulness. to just stop thinking about it and leave it all behind. sigh.