Last week I met up with my friend Sarah for some drinks at our old favorite watering hole (after back-to-back pregnancies — hers and then mine — we hadn’t met up there in a very long time). As we were finishing our first round (tequila shots followed by Rosé chasers; Sarah calls these “Cindy McCains”), a song came on that Sarah said her ex ruined for her. I didn’t have to ask what she meant. Obviously, it was a song she used to love and he probably loved it, too — maybe they even loved it together — and then things got all messy and complicated and they broke up and now, when she hears the song, rather than enjoying it like she used to, she remembers what an asshole that old ex was.
That got me thinking about things exes have ruined for me. Fortunately, the list isn’t very long, mainly because I’ve had so little in common with old boyfriends that there wasn’t much for them to ruin for me (if I’d ever been a fan of hacky sack, golf, or Steely Dan, that might be a different story, but no). There were maybe a couple of bars I loved that I stopped going to following breakups and maybe a few songs I didn’t want to hear anymore. I had to stop listening to Bob Marley for several months back in 1999 after a painful breakup, but somehow I survived the withdrawal and made it through to the other side, able to hear Redemption Song without tearing up.
What about you? Anything your exes have ruined for you?