One of my friends once said to me, “If you’re still friends with your ex, you either still love him, or never did.”
I laughed at her because that sounded ridiculous, but now that I look back on my most recent break-up I realized it’s true for me. I can’t be friends with him, there’s just too much baggage.
So what happens when new men enter the picture? I can’t help but compare them to the last one. Ladies, why is it that we always look back on the wonderful, sexy, funny side of an ex instead of all the drama they truly put us through?