I was talking with friends, a long ago ex-boyfriend and his wife of a dozen years. She and I joked that when she was done with him, I get him back. He said “There’s not enough therapy in the world for that to happen.” Ah, memories… A friend wrote on Facebook: “The end of a marriage is no more a failure than the end of college is a failure.” I agree. I’m friends with all my exes. You just have to morph the relationship into a new shape is all.
I’ve been married five times. Yup, 5. And so you don’t think I’m a complete loser, three of them died; and no, it wasn’t the mushrooms 🙂 All my ex boyfriends and the husbands, we had pretty amiable breakups and remained friends. I learned early on that when my ex has a new mate, she’s not my competition, she’s my sister if I am to remain friends with him. I am not the other woman. I am not the ex-girlfriend. I am not his friend. I am the friend of both of them as a couple. Continue reading