Most awkward moment ever: running into your ex

Not so long ago my friend sent me this Whatsapp message: “Liesbeth, this is an emergency.” No time to respond as DIRECT action is required no matter what you are doing. “ I’m standing in line at a store and HE is right in front of me. Can you call me?” HE is her vile ex whom she has been trying to avoid at all costs but who always seems to turn up at the most inconvenient moments.

He’s an ass, no doubt there, treated her like shit so no reason for her to act friendly. Of course I called back immediately. I had nearly pulled on my coat and grabbed my bike to make my way over there and punch him in the face. My friend was waiting outside waiting and we got together to blow off some steam when the coast was clear.

until that one time I was at Schiphol airport at a crazy hour and looked like something the cat had coughed up. I ran into him in the departure hall and he was WITH HER..

Thing is, running into your ex after a messy breakup is never nice. If you parted fighting: there’s anger and if one of you pulled out: there’s sadness, in short; not pretty. When years ago I broke up with my boyfriend I made sure I looked vavavoom every time I left the house because imagine running into him, I had to look like my world hadn’t stopped spinning after he had dumped me for someone else. Of course I never saw him anywhere, until that one time I was at Schiphol airport at a crazy hour and looked like something the cat had coughed up. I ran into him in the departure hall and he was WITH HER. Good heavens, I really hoped their plane would come crashing down to earth.

Nowadays I have a more balanced way of dealing with this but I totally understand my panic-stricken friend when her ass-ex was standing in front of her. You just don’t want to be reminded of that weird time you had together, the misery and pain you caused each other and the devastation and sadness that followed when you broke up. Bury it real deep and don’t think about it.

The crazy thing about exes is that there was a time that you loved each other so much you thought you were going to spend the rest of you lives together

I admire those people who can turn past love into friendship. I know a man-person who is best friends with two of his exes; one of them was maid of honor at his wedding. I can only watch this with jealous admiration because it’s something I would want. The crazy thing about exes is that there was a time that you loved each other so much you thought you were going to spend the rest of you lives together. That this, for whatever the reason, didn’t happen is a part of life but like the song says: “Where does the love go?”

The moral to this story: If you ever find yourself in an ass-ex emergency, I’m your guy. And there’s always fitgirl who is prepared to give him a taste of her fists. This too is a trait of your Amayzine editors, you know.