Are you one of those people that can never get over how a phrase, saying, object, food, or a certain place can immediately trigger a memory shared with an ex? I’m sure we can all relate in some way. Breaking up is hard to do because your mind won’t let go of what you want to forget. My sister, for example, grunts every time she passes up a black on black 2007 Ford GT Mustang. That was her ex’s car in case you’re wondering. For me, there’s just too many to name. There is one huge one in particular that I would absolutely like to remove permanently from my brain. Its been bugging me for almost 6 years, in case you want to know.
When I lived with my ex (aka Mr. Wrong #11) for a very very short time we would always take turns cooking for each other. Dinner was actually my favorite part of the day. We’d hang out in the kitchen while our meal is cooking and simply talk about our day. Our conversation would continue into the dining room. We vowed to enjoy dinner time together without the television on (even during Monday Night Football). Candles would also be lit. I love candles, by the way. It’s not so the romantic aspect of it. It’s just very zen. Somehow, it sets a very relaxed environment. Anyway, back to what I was saying. After we finished our dinner, it would be off to washing the dirty dishes. We also took turns with this task. Now, this is the part I would like to erase from my brain like for my entire lifetime plus infinity and beyond. So, here’s the thing. Everyone has their preference of how they wash the dishes, right? With me, I start from biggest (pots/pans) and then finish off with the glasses and flatware. One day, Mr. Wrong #11 was standing over my shoulder while finishing up his second glass of red wine. We talked as he observed me. He then decided to instruct me an alternative way (more like his way which of course is the RIGHT way) of washing the dishes. Was he serious? Um, yes. He made it a point that it was best to wash the cleanest first and then heavily soiled stuff last. Since I was so madly in love with him at the time, I took his advice and started washing dishes HIS way and continued doing that going forward. He did had a good point actually.
But then comes Splitsville. Bitter little me came to realize that I don’t want to wash dishes his way anymore. Freak that! Til this day, in spite of what he said before, I will never be able to wash dishes the same order as him ever again. Just because….just because I want it MY way. Sadly, even though his presence is gone, I can still hear the tone of his voice. I hate to give him that teeny weeny bit of satisfaction he no longer deserved from me. Almost every time I wash dishes without any distraction, the sight of my soapy, sudsy sponge triggers that stupid flashback. I end up saying to myself (of course not out loud), ‘I’m going to wash this greasy ass frying pan FIRST because I despise you! Take that, take that!’ Pretty pathetic but that’s me (sometimes).