Well, it's been about six months since the break-up. I'd like to say things have gotten easier, but in all honesty, they haven't. Sure, there have been some successes (and some setbacks), but I feel that things are pretty much back where they started.
This is foreign territory to me, as I've been able to maintain friendships with most of my exes. This is something I actually pride myself on, and a couple of them remain some of my best friends. Yes, it took time and effort; however, in the end it was well worth it.
I'm reminded of something said to me during the break-up: "We'll still be friends and hang out. And if there's an informal lab gathering, I can let you know about it."
I can say with 100% confidence that the only informal lab gathering I've been extended the invite to was a "successfully defended her dissertation" soiree - and that's because the guest of honor invited me. Since December, I haven't been invited to anything outside of playing volleyball. I didn't expect things to stay exactly the same, but I didn't expect to be completely shut out either. It kinda sucks - no, it really sucks.
Despite the events (or lack of) that have occurred, I can't fault anyone for saying that. When one is in an emotional situation, things are said to smooth said situation over. But based upon my past track record, there was no reason for me not to believe it. I'm not upset with what was said; I'm upset at myself for whole-heartedly believing it.
I feel like every time I extend the proverbial olive branch, it's either ignored or broken and handed back to me. I also don't know how to initiate a conversation about this without it being perceived as hostile or confrontational (although that is not my intent). I am literally at a loss about what to do.
And yet I keep trying...
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