Can you ever truly stay friends with an ex?
When I say friends, I mean a strictly platonic friendship, with no blurring of the lines, no falling back into bed, no mixed messages.
Well, at least, not until a certain line in the sand has been crossed.
For me, that didn’t happen until an ex told me he was in love with a stripper. After that, I knew there was no going back.
Looking at it now, I probably should have drawn the line earlier – for example, when he had a threesome with my best friend and a random stranger they picked up at a nightclub.
But I was young, and at the time it hadn’t seemed like a huge deal. After all, we weren’t together anymore. We were being wonderfully mature and had turned our relationship into a “friendship”.
The problem with being friends with an…
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