Of all the performances in all the music festivals in all the cities in all of the world he shows up to the one I’m at and sits 20 feet away from me. With his wife in tow, no less. I swear I thought I got custody of Austin when we broke up. It nearly ruined the Broken Social Scene show for me, but I like the band too much to let an ex-boyfriend mess up a great musical experience. At first I contemplated going up and saying hello, but quickly realized I had nothing much to say to him. The only information I think I would care to know about him now is how his parents are doing. I do really miss his mom. Also, while contemplating what I would say, this black anger started bubbling inside and I wasn’t sure if I could resist the urge to kick him in the head, so I took the high road and refrained from saying hello. I guess that even though I’m so very thankful we’re not together anymore, I’m still kinda pissed about the cowardly and deceitful way he ended things, even four years later. Now that the sighting has happened for real I no longer feel haunted, just indifferent and relieved, frankly. So many wonderful things have happened in the past four years of my life, and I know none of that would have occurred had I still been with him. I barely recognize the person I was when we were together and that’s a good thing. The universe has taken good care of me, and an old ghost can’t bring me down ever again.