Putting on my big girl panties

So, I saw a picture of he who must not be named aka my nemesis aka the catalyst for the depression of 2007 aka the guy I still try to think of what I would say to should I ever come face to face with him again (are you following me?). It still hurts. You would think I would be over the whole situation by now...that if I ran into him I could say something cool and witty like, "Hello old chap, care to grab a cup of joe?" When in reality I know that if I ran into him I would give him the old stinkeye and my middle finger. So, does anyone know when the pain/sadness actually DOES go away? It's been two years already!

Song of the day: Big Girls Don't Cry (Four Seasons or Fergie (take your pick))