Most awkward moment ever: running into your ex.

A friend of mine recently sent a WhatsApp that started with: “Lies, this is an SOS.” So you can't not respond and you have to be IMMEDIATELY on high alert, no matter what you are doing. “Standing in line at a store and HE is right in front of me. Can you call?” And that he is her terrible ex, whom she is desperately trying to avoid but who keeps popping up at the most unwanted moments.

He's a jerk, we have no doubt about that, and he treated her like crap so there is no reason for her to be nice to him now. Of course, I called immediately, I had even almost put on my coat to bike over there and give him a beating. The friend went outside and together we blew off steam and then the danger had passed.

until that one time when I had to go to Schiphol at a completely ridiculous time, looked like something a cat had thrown up, and I ran into him WITH HER at the departure hall.

The thing is, running into an ex you broke up with in a shitty way is almost never fun. If you broke up in a fight, there is anger, if one person ended it, there is sadness, in short, not pretty. When it ended years ago with a former boyfriend, I made sure that every time I left the house, I looked totally fabulous because just imagine running into him, you have to look like the world didn't stop turning when he dumped you for someone else. Of course, I never saw him, nowhere, until that one time when I had to go to Schiphol at a completely ridiculous time, looked like something a cat had thrown up, and I ran into him WITH HER at the departure hall. My heavens, how I hoped hard that my or their plane would crash. your op een kutmanier uit elkaar bent gegaan tegenkomen is vrijwel nooit leuk. Als jullie met ruzie uit elkaar gingen is er woede, als de één het uitmaakte is er verdriet, kortom, not pretty. Toen het jaren geleden uitging met een toenmalig liefje zorgde ik ervoor dat elke keer als ik het huis verliet, ik er totaal vavavoom uitzag want stél je voor dat je hem zou tegenkomen, dan moet je er natuurlijk wel uitzien alsof de wereld helemaal niet stopte met draaien toen hij je dumpte voor een ander. Uiteraard zag ik hem nooit, nergens, tot die ene keer toen ik op een volstrekt debiel vroeg tijdstip naar Schiphol moest, er uitzag als iets dat een kat had uitgekotst en ik hem MET HAAR tegenkwam bij de vertrekhal. Mijn hémel wat heb ik hard gehoopt dat mijn of hun vliegtuig ter aard zou storten.

Nowadays I think I handle it a bit more balanced but I totally understand the panic that friend felt when The Jerk was standing in front of her. You just don't want to be reminded of that weird life you had with him, of the torment and misery you inflicted on each other, of the pain and thesadnessthat despite everything still came when it was over. Bury it, put it far away, don't think about it anymore.

You know what I always find strange about exes, there was a point when you loved each other so much that you thought you would stay together forever.

By the way, I have always had a lot of admiration for people who can turn a love into a friendship. I know a guy who is really best friends with his two big exes, and he was even a witness at one of their weddings. I can really only admire that a lot and sometimes be a little jealous, because I would like that too. You know what I always find strange about exes, there was a point when you loved each other so much that you thought you would stay together forever. That it doesn't work out for whatever reason can happen, but as a song once sang: “Wwhere does the love go?”

Anyway, the moral of this story: if a Jerk is standing in front of you and you need an SOS, I’m your guy. And otherwise, fitgirl Jet is always ready to give him “a few pumps.” Those are your Amayzine editors too.