Why are we so attached to resenting past lovers and friends? In drawing this comic (scroll down), I realized that if I gave up my resentments, then we might not have any connection anymore. These resentments might be the only thing holding us together at all. And that...
We were sitting at a table outside of a Greek restaurant, sharing humus, salad, and pita. The sky was big and blue in the setting summer evening light. My patient friend was listening to me explain, again, how hung up I still was on my ex. This was the ex I thought...
