I love her dearly. I loved my boyfriend dearly. I wish him all the best in life. This is the first breakup I've had where I've not wanted to get on a plane and kick the ex in the balls and mace him in the eyeballs. Speaking of distance, my new boyfriend is 200 miles south of me. He's a secretive guy, so I will only show you him behind his wall of hair:
We are going to spend time together around the holidays, as I have some time off. Unfortunately, I have explicit instructions not to bring him around my family, my brother especially, nor to dinner "or his funeral." Not wanting to see them pull each other's hair, I will honor his wishes. My sister is down for some hanging out, however. Thank you, sissy.