Omg. Went to karaoke with my sister and BIL. Saw ex. It was a little weird. Had convo on the way home where sister says "did I ever tell you how mom told me she thought you had aspbergers?" Um, NO? Wtf? I am really hurt and pissed. Dear mom--no, it's that I am a bitch. It's how you raised me. Now I feel even less like expressing any emotion to you or caring about yours. Shit.
Admittedly, between seeing one ex, seeing on FB that another is pregnant (announced today) and knowing another one got officially married tonight as soon as it as legal in Minnesota, it hurts. (Those last two are also still dating the people they started dating after we broke up, in each case. Which is like, over ten years ago for the one and seven for the other?)