This weekend, I received a text from my good friend Cara, letting me know she’d run into my ex-boyfriend out front of a local bar. (The ex that broke up with me over IM and then moved four blocks away, because he’s a really cool guy.) Apparently the first thing he said to my friend was, “Julie hates me,” which I took as a half-hearted attempt to elicit sympathy and pity, and reassurance from Cara that I didn’t (no, no, I do.). Thankfully, she didn’t buy his act, and told him that, well, yes, he probably could have handled our breakup better (see aforementioned breakup-over-IM for reference). But did I really want to know my lady friend had run into my dumb ex?
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This story begins with an answering machine. Which means that, yes, it happened a long time ago—I believe in 2003. I was at home in North Carolina visiting my parents, and on the second day of my stay, I plunged my key in the lock of the front door, dropped my bag on the table beside it, and hit the play button on the answering machine—autopilot reflexes I’d perfected years before when I’d actually lived in this house. The first message was obviously for my parents—skip. Ditto for message number two. But the third message contained a familiar baritone voice—Liam*, the guy I’d dated my senior year of high school through my junior year of college. We hadn’t spoken in the two years since we’d broken up.
Oh, that’s nice, I thought. I haven’t heard from him in forever. We should really meet for a cup of coffee while I’m here. Wait a second. How did he know I was home?
“It was wonderful seeing you two last week,” Liam said, his deep voice echoing through the foyer. “Thanks for the advice.”
And that’s when it hit me—this message wasn’t for me. It was for my parents. Keep reading »
For years after my ex and I broke up, I used to like to play this game where I’d compare myself to him. This was not a fun game. He had just written a bestselling novel, was living with his girlfriend, and bought a house. I felt like he had really “made it” in every way that mattered – career, relationship, and home. But after all this time I was still struggling and still single. Failing, it felt like. A failure. Keep reading »
So I’m sure by now you’re all completely over the whole royal wedding thing.You’re tired of the wedding plans and the photos and the guest lists and the entire country of England. I get it. But I’m going to bring it up one last time because I just can’t seem to wrap my head around this one concept.
According to sources, the prince and his blushing bride will be inviting six of their exes to the wedding. (Two of hers. Four of his.) And apparently there’s some sort of etiquette behind this that requires them to do so. But I mean, come on. I know they’re royalty and all and they don’t have much of a choice, but is this something the rest of us are going to have to do as well? I hope not. Because I definitely won’t be inviting my exes anywhere. I don’t even want to see them at the coffee shop never mind at the rehearsal dinner…
This train of thought of course, got me thinking about my own ex encounters, which had me cringing and triumphing at each one in turn. And this of course had me thinking about the dos and don’ts of ex-boyfriends, and that, of course, is how you wound up with this list. Read more… Keep reading »
With Prince William and Kate Middleton‘s wedding inching closer, speculation is reaching a fever pitch about who has been included on the 350-person guest list. Famous folks like Elton John, Guy Ritchie, and David and Victoria Beckham made the cut, naturally. But the British press has recognized a few other familiar faces who received invitations. Two of Kate’s exes are on the guest list—Rupert Finch, her boyfriend at St. Andrews before William, and Willem Marx, who she dated as a teenager. And William has invited four exes—Jecca Craig (his assumed first love), Rose Farquhar (his first girlfriend), Arabella Musgrave (who he dated before college), and Isabella Anstruther-Gough-Calthorpe (who he supposedly made a play for in 2004). That’s a whole lot of former paramours who’ll be watching the couple say “I do.” Many people subscribe strictly to the rule: no exes at a wedding because it can be awkward for the couple, not to mention strange for the ex. But others make exceptions since, over time, exes can become extremely close friends. Where do you stand on this issue? Keep reading »
I was cruising around Facebook yesterday and discovered that one of my friends is randomly friends with an ex of mine. My first impulse was to message her and ask how she knew him, but I stopped myself. I was too embarrassed to even admit that I dated him. In fact, I never admit it to anyone. Keep reading »
“Luke Worrall is the biggest piece of s**t, he has been trying to get back with me, I only came home for Xmas to see him. Meanwhile, he has been f**king hundreds of girls … behind my back. All he did was use me. All girls, beware of @Luke_worral he is a using C**t! He used me for my money and a free ride. He is lucky I am not spilling the whole truth about what he did! He is the worst thing that ever happened to me. I don’t give a f**k what happens to him anymore … I am and always will be too good for him … Darling, your pretty face will only get you so far because you don’t have the brains to back it up.”
—Kelly Osbourne sends holiday wishes to her ex-fiance. Does this mean he didn’t get a Christmas present from her? Sounds like Luke was a very bad boy this year. [US Weekly] Keep reading »