It’s hard for me to put into words how I felt
early Saturday morning, when I was sitting in the car, in the parking lot of Café
Angelique, with puffy eyes, wearing my son’s sweatpants and a pajama top, with my hair piled on
top of my head,(not in a cute way either, trust me) when I spotted an old boyfriend coming
toward me. At first I didn’t recognize him, because I was half asleep.  But then, as the old boyfriend was
approaching the car, I did the unthinkable. . .