I just got back in touch with an old boyfriend. Nah.. that sounds way cooler than it really is. He was the guy I would have ended up with. My college sweetheart. Until we made sure that we had messed it up so badly, that there was no redemption. So I did what any other reasonable person would have done. I walked out. And I told him that he would figure out the merits of this later. He called. He threatened. He was unrelenting till his ego stepped in to save his sanity and then he moved on. So did I.
But we got back to talking like adults and the friends that we once were about a couple of months back. We waded through the sentimental and possibly emotional swamp (which has to be tackled before you are back on safe and dry land) as soon as we could. Quite half heartedly swung dirt at each other as is convention before agreeing that we had no more bad blood to spill. We quite happily got back to being friends.
It feels good.
He was my friend before anything else. And now we are again the better part of what we used to be. Friends.
Obviously my husband knows that we are friends. What is wrong with being friends again with an ex? As long as it is clean (every which way) and the friendship is real.
I leave it at that.
But we got back to talking like adults and the friends that we once were about a couple of months back. We waded through the sentimental and possibly emotional swamp (which has to be tackled before you are back on safe and dry land) as soon as we could. Quite half heartedly swung dirt at each other as is convention before agreeing that we had no more bad blood to spill. We quite happily got back to being friends.
It feels good.
He was my friend before anything else. And now we are again the better part of what we used to be. Friends.
Obviously my husband knows that we are friends. What is wrong with being friends again with an ex? As long as it is clean (every which way) and the friendship is real.
I leave it at that.
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