If there was one word I would have used to describe my husband’s ex-girlfriend, it was ‘crazy’. I said it and I said it often. So did he and I have to say, I took a particular malicious joy whenever the word passed his lips in regard to her. After all, she had harassed both…
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Many moons ago, I took pride in never having had sex with an ex-boyfriend. My badge of honour was in vain, however, as up until 2009, I’d never actually had much desire to do the horizontal dance of danger with someone I was no longer seeing. When you don’t want to do something, it’s not…
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I’ve never been good at maintaining friendships with people I’ve been involved with. I used to think it was their fault – because clearly it’s the height of maturity to blame everything on your ex after a break up – but in reality, I think it has a lot more to do with me. I’m…
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As I write this column, I am sitting in my living room with my current flame, Julio, and my ex, Bob Dylan. Bob Dylan and I are both on our laptops; I’m silently cursing the connection on my Virgin Mobile USB modem for constantly dropping in and out, and Bob Dylan is trying to scam…
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The mention of an ex-partner is hardly going to warm your heart, even at the best of times. And in my dealings with men, I’ve often also had to deal with their histories. From the crazy ex to the lovely one to the one they go back to, even the most unobtrusive has usually played…
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