I decided on the weekend that it would be ok to be friends with the prof, to communicate, to be there for her. I didn't hear from her, though, and didn't have a reason to initiate contact.
Tonight I got home and there was a lonely two line e-mail from her saying, hello, how are you?
I replied, nattering on about my stupid little life and activities, and asked how she was.
Then, just as I sent send, I got a phone call.
It was my ex. "Does the prof live on this street? Does she drive a little black car?" Yes, yes. "Someone is looking in the window of her car."
I called the prof and dutifully passed the information on. I mean, if it was her car being broken into, and I didn't try to tell her while it could still be stopped?
Still, it was weird.
And the thought occurred to me over and over again: It feels like my ex-wife is stalking my ex-girlfriend.
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