I met up with my ex after almost two years of no contact.
We agreed it would just be coffee and a quick catch-up.
At first, everything felt normal.
We laughed about old memories, talked about work, and pretended neither of us had ever hurt the other.
Then he looked at me and said, “You seem happier.”
I smiled and said, “I am.”
He went quiet.
Then he asked, “Was I really that bad?”
I didn’t answer immediately.
Because the truth was, I had spent two years learning how to become happy without him.