She texted back a little smiley face.
The first thought that entered my head was, "Fuck you and your smiley face!"
I would never do this of course (I believe that would be what y'all might call "Petting the Drama Llama"), but the thought of texting that back to her made me smile.
Of course, there would be the shock, the tears, the "frank discussions", etc. It totally wouldn't be worth it, but god damn, it would be briefly fun!
Instead, I'm texting nothing, and looking forward to hanging with my boys a few hours earlier. The day will come when I'm so indifferent that any thoughts about her will be unable to draw emotion: I think that's still a ways off!
The best thing about hitting rock bottom is that everything after that looks fucking fabulous
Don't rush yourself - enjoy this phase. The sad clown is thankfully finally being invisible but it does mean I have less new material to share with all of my friends and here.
she most likely uses a pen with purple ink
Just a thought, but do you have have to text back and forth? You wouldn't believe how much better it is to communicate only via email. I know it seems impractical, but I've found that since email is more formal than text, I don't get the casual back and forth like I used to get and that would irk me to the core.
Williesmom, smileys are okay from you.