You emailed me an apology from the Esalen Institute. But I wasn’t mad at you. Never have been. You’re the only ex I never called an asshole. I was 19 and you were 31 and I still can’t call you an asshole. You led me on, but you were the first person who ever called me funny. The person who first told me that my own words had meaning, that I should write.
You wrote me an apology. I’ve been writing ever since.
I slept with that guy you used to tour with again, the one in Astoria who plays chess. I didn’t think about you until the drive home.
P.S. Thanks for signing up to receive the first edition of My Favorite Breakup alongside ~100 strangers. I’ll plan to publish one story per week — that means as of now, I have enough for about four months of newsletters — unless I get a whole bunch more, in which case, maybe I’ll include multiple stories per email. Or something? TBD! This is an experiment! In any case, I’m glad you’re here. Tell me your story, too, please. -jz