The Ex Files

I occasionally think of my long ago ex wife or some of my ex girlfriends. Each woman added richness to my life and I learned much from each as well. Though most of the time I parted on good terms there is only a couple who are probably angry with me to this day. One because I said something about her art that she took as an insult though I meant it as a compliment and another because she was just angry with the world and everything in it. I was in her world so that put me right in the cross hairs.

When we think of ex’s we think of our ex’s or the ex’s of others. Rarely do we ever regard our selves as another persons’ ex. I have several ex’s, but rarely ever think of myself as the ex of several people. Even now as I examine the reversal of ex-ness it’s hard to get it all within one frame where the mirror constantly gets reflected back to me.

Another odd concept to grasp is when you learn that an ex has died. With any relationship one fantasizes what it would be like if the two of you became a couple, be it get married, live together over a long term. We examine what we think one another will look like as we age. How different my life would have been with each of them.

From all my ex’s I know for certain that three of them have died. Two from cancer and one took her own life. Had things gone a little differently in the past my sadness would have been much greater, though I am still saddened every day by one of them.

I really haven’t any more to say on this subject but to warn everyone that reads this that you are someone else’s ex. It’s isn’t a one sided arrangement.