As a result of various (in camera) discussions last night, I have spent a more-than-usual time thinking about what it means to have exes. Specifically, these three things:
1) Endings, past, the inevitability of change, the instability of the world. (ie: How is this thing that I thought was so important years ago now allegedly "over"?).
2) The seemingly contradictory persistence of things apparently dead and gone (ie: Why do we still think about our exes? Why do they still call us? Why do they still haunt us? Why do a boyfriend's exes still haunt me even though I never met them because they're no longer part of his life and will never be part of mine? Why won't my exes stop trying to be a part of my life?).
3) Revelation (ie: How much do you tell your current boyfriend about your past boyfriend? What circumstances might necessitate telling? What circumstances mean you should never ever tell? What do you do with an ex that is present even though you don't want them to be? Why do I want to know about your exes if I know it will likely be upsetting? Why do I want you to know about mine?)
And I guess the question at the heart of this matter is really: How much perspective to we have about what (or who) is really significant? If we ever have any, when do we get it?
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