Sometimes you learn things that are distressing, but you learn them so late beyond the point they would have hurt you that it just falls on numb senses. And sometimes you learn distressing news that's just so insignificant compared to your current happiness that it's like throwing a grain of sand into a Zen garden. It may be there, but it gets lost in the bigger peace: an infinitessimal flaw.
Both are true for me right now. I found out some crap about my ex. Apparently, 2 years after our split-up, she's just now grieving and lashing out. I'm sorry. No, really I am. It's gotta suck to wait that long, lie to yourself for that long. Because it