Me? Jealous?? ...NEVER.

Just to start this out, I'm going to let you all know that I am very human. And in being so, come some traits that I would love to not really have, one of those being jealousy.

Some say that jealousy is good because it shows that you (being the jealous one) really love that person. It could also mean that you don't trust them. Or it could be that you're selfish and don't want to share that special person.
I'd like to think that my situation pertains to the first one.
Gary called me when he got off work. He just worked over 12 hours, in the rain, moving some strangers wet and heavy furniture... It couldn't possibly be fun. He was very tired and wanted nothing but McDonalds.
So there's me, dying to spend time with my once sweetheart. I'll probably do anything just to be with him in hopes to re-live those better times. Pathetic, I know. Even though I know that he's had nothing but fast food all day, every day... for the past... 2 years, I reluctantly get him a #1, a large with lemonade. While driving there he showed me a picture of some silly looking girl with eyes larger than life and a ring on her left ring finger that was probably bigger than her eyes. He said he loves her. I don't know her but if he loves her, I think I should get to know her. I gasped! She is SO LUCKY! He says, "Luck is winning the lottery...she has a career!"
Yeah, I got the hint. And the slap in the face.
So I didn't do MATC in high school. And I took three years on a two-year degree. And  yeah I got a little bit of debt in doing so... Does that mean that I'm not a catch?
We go back to his apartment and turn on Dr. Who. He wouldn't let me sit close to him... I guess this is our compromise for having 'space' in our relationship. So I sit on the couch next to his (haha). He got his new instrument out and played a few songs for me. He's very talented. When he finished he asked me a few times to go home so he could go to bed... but then his phone rang. It was a cute ring, probably unlike the one that comes up when I call.
It was his best friend. His ex. No, not me.
The other one.
The pretty one.
The one he sometimes unconsciously compares me to.
She asked him to come to her rescue, not in those words, I'm sure. I didn't know the situation so I asked to come. He looked at me as if I was freaking retarded and then politely said, "No..." I was confused and surprisingly, not hurt. He kissed me goodbye which was different for us, well, it was on the cheek.
I'm proud of him! And happy for her! I'm so glad that she has such a good guy in her life that'll be there for her no matter what.
I don't know if this is how I'm suppose to be feeling.
Happily, I drove home, anxious to take off that crappy nail polish and to put on something not so gaudy. He wasn't really on my mind till I walked into my apartment and words just spilled out of my mouth... "So he's with his ex right now, comforting her while she cries because her boyfriend is less than impressive..." Right then it hit me.
He loves her.
I think he might actually be in love with her.
I've always known it, and he'll say it! I just chose to kind of...ignore it. Wouldn't anyone?
I've heard many rumours about them and he's told me enough...but I trust him! Just like I expect him to trust me, which he doesn't. But that's irrelevant.
I keep telling myself that he's just chilling with her and her family, like he always does... But in the back of my mind I (try not to) picture us in a similar situation. When our emotions get heated, naturally, we close any space between us just for comfort. Call me jealous to assume, but it's not unheard of between the two of them...

Yep. I called him. It's been two hours and he said he'd call me when he was done. No call. But he did answer! I wanted to ask him if he was asking me to leave so many times just so he could see her... But I didn't. Something worse came out. I asked if he kissed her! He laughed...
Note to self: when you ask your boyfriend/ex-boyfriend (whatever he is) if he kissed another girl, and all he does is laugh... it's usually not a good sign. So I asked if she was alright and he said yes and that they were just in the grocery store...buying ice cream...
Am I the only one thinking, "WTF?" So I asked him to get me some while he was at it. He called me crazy and said goodbye about 8 times before we actually did hang up...

So what do I do? How am I suppose to feel? Is this natural? Am I being too calm? Am I being too crazy? :-/
Someone please tell me I'm normal! It's okay to worry, right??
Is she over-stepping her boundaries? Am I? Ugh.
I'm going to blame this all on love and stupid jealousy.