Missing {The Ex}

I just watched FRIDA last night, the Julie Taymor film about Frida Kahlo. It stars Salma Hayek as Frida and Alfred Molina as her husband, Diego Rivera. Rivera tells her, when he asks her to marry him, that he will be loyal if not faithful. She accepts. Their relationship is tumultuous, and she finally kicks him out when she discovers that he has initiated an affair with her sister. She goes to Paris for a solo show of her work, and writes him letters, telling him that she misses and adores him.

I miss {The Ex}. I hate that I do. The Dr. Jekyll version of {The Ex} was wonderful. I never knew the Mr. Hyde version, but I heard tell of him. Wrathful, abusive, scary.

I saw {The Ex} a few weeks ago. I was down in [City] for work, and I was late, and as I pulled up in a cab I saw him. I was on the phone, and I said to my friend, "Well, it can't get any worse now, so it may as well get better!" And it did, get better. I learned that I can work with {The Ex}, and actually have a pretty great time. We pretended we didn't know each other, I saw a bunch of friends I hadn't seen in a while, and it was fun!

I have to remember that {The Ex} is not the person he was around me. It's hard to accept that he is everything that he was and is. {The Ex} lied, cheated, and stole. I miss the fantasy. I miss the fairytale.