Movin' on up (or away, or over, or wherever one moves in this situation)

Yesterday, John Brown the Future Fancy Feast Cat jumped up on my lap, as he often does. I sang "Jo-ohn Bro-own" in my lounge voice, as I often do. I then remarked to the roommate that I always found it funny when the ex would sing my patented songs to the cats.

Me: I always thought it was funny when [the ex] would sing my songs to the cats.

The roommate: That's the first nice thing you've said about him since The Breakup.

We're still never going to be friends, or even casual friendly acquaintances, but it does feel good to ease up on the anger a little bit.