Last night, I called up the ex-roommate of the ex-fiance. Funny thing how two people can exist in the same space and not really know what the other thinks. I was under the impression that she wanted nothing to do with me, and her the same (thanks to the verbalizing of said ex-fiance). Well, at any rate, we talked for a total of two hours about almost everything and came away friends with promises to keep in touch. I also learned more about said ex-fiance and can now say, I’m slowly reaching the despizing point, even though I still want the best for him. It’s nice to know that I meant so much to him, that everything was the result of me and not him. Though, I guess that was a trend for a while. Apparently he found out I cheated on him after we split (nevermind the fact it was the first thing I, reluctantly, told him when I moved down here), he didn’t want kids because I didn’t, and complained about the fact I called him for some car advice and he decided to take care of the car problem himself instead of advising like I requested. Seemed he also complained about a few other times I called him for “favours”, which even she can’t believe that I would have done that. Oh well, the way the world turns is a bitch, at least I got a good laugh out of it.