scary....

how the stupid behaviour of a teenage boy can still haunt me some 30 odd years later...

truth is i've been doing great in recent weeks...ditched him from FB, deleted him from my phone and honestly seem to have moved on...until i realise that his actions still impact me today...

mostly i'm good, really, but today i've waivered between nostalgic, sad, lonely and fine....

funny as i was telling Sal about how i feel that i have moved on from him, like he is now very much a part of my past and not my present, but what he did, and the impact that had, is stil, sometimes very much a part of my present...

so i'm wondering how to handle that...not thinking i should 'do' something necessarily, but don't really want it creeping up on me every now and again like it did today...

soooo scary it is...