In the comments section of yesterday’s column, reader, 6napkinburger, talked about seeing her ex whom she broke up with five weeks ago. She was in his work neighborhood and rather than risk running into him accidentally, she decided to call him and tell him she was there, thinking she’d have a little more control of the situation that way. Reading her comment got me thinking about running into exes — especially that first post-breakup run-in when the feelings are still so raw.
My first serious boyfriend lived across the street from me, so after we broke up I had to see him all the time. Of course, in those initial weeks after the breakup, I wanted to see him, so I’d walk past his house all the time with hopes of catching him coming or going. I was such a stalker, I’m surprised he didn’t get a restraining order against me. After my second serious boyfriend and I broke up, we tried to remain friends — it was an amicable breakup after living together for several years and we were both still a bit co-dependent and scared of being alone — so we’d have dinner together once or twice a week. Because of that, there was never a weird or awkward accidental run-in, but I do remember feeling some bittersweet awkwardness that he had a framed photo of me up in his new apartment. We eventually quit hanging out once I started dating someone new and eventually, we stopped seeing each other altogether. The last serious boyfriend I had moved to New York shortly after we broke up and the first few months I lived here, I worried about running into him. Of course, New York is big and eventually that silly worry went away, but when I decided to give birth at the hospital I knew he once worked, it returned. Could there be a more awkward time and place to run into an ex than the hospital where you’ve just delivered your baby? Luckily, a quick Google search assured me he’d moved out of state, so crisis averted.
So, what about you? Have you had any awkward, sad, or funny run-ins with your exes? Have you planned to “accidentally” run into them? Do you stalk places they work, live or hang out so that you might see them? Or, are you perfectly sane and go on your merry way the second a relationship ends and never look back? Weirdo.
[photo via this isn’t happiness]