Your Two Exes Have Started A Relationship…With Each Other

I pride myself on the fact that this blog is based on real events that have happened as I remember them. However, I’ve recently been playing around with Reddit, which I’m in complete awe of, and came across a writer prompt that I thought would be fun to try. Though this is a work of fiction, I supposed it’s possible that it could happen.

The Prompt:

You learn that two of your exes have started a relationship. With each other!

Below is what I came up with! If you feel like joining me, please leave your links in the comment section 🙂

xo, J

I wasn’t planning on going to our place until an acquiescence and her entourage of strangers wearing Forever 21 spandex instead of Neiman Marcus lycra suggested in a string of frantic texts that I should join them for a drunken club-crawl more suitable for a 20-something instead of the 30-something that I was. Possibly a pity invite since I was coming off a recent break-up and in no position to say no considering I had spent the last few weeks in a mourning hibernation as I lamented the demise of yet another relationship, I said, “Ok” in the same chilly way that is used when things are exactly not. Yet as much as I wanted to, it was too late to back out and too early to tell the truth to my new “friends,” so instead of being labeled as the weird, old girl who bolted away in tears “right when we were getting ready to go out,” I went.

“Oh, that place? It’s alright. It’s just another bar down another street in LA with a second rate restaurant and a first rate city-ness that I might have been to once,” which couldn’t have been further from the truth.

It was Saturday and with the sidewalks full of beautiful people and tired pick-up lines, I thought for sure that there might be a chance that they wouldn’t let us in. Maybe there was a chance that I wouldn’t have to go. I wouldn’t have to face this place, our place and all its memories. It was so unbelievably crowded that I thought I dodged a bullet until the guy at the door, who I instantly resented, complimented my dress and said we could go in.

I ventured down the stairs with our memories swirling, blowing and hitting me like a fan in a Beyonce video. Our first date, our first month, our first year, all the times that we spent here in this place.That corner is where we talked, that table is where you smiled at me, that edge of the bar is where we split dessert. And here I was dancing with the ghosts and pretending it was just a place, instead of “our” place where they knew our drinks like “Central Perk” and said, “Hello” to us like “Cheers.”

“I need a drink,” I said as I made my way over to the familiar bar with the familiar bartender.

“Melissa, How are you?” She cooed with a pitied look on her face. “We’ve missed you. How are things?”

“Things are good,” I said. “Things are good.”

“Let me get you a drink,” she said.

And then I saw you.

You were facing the back corner. Your back turned to me in the same spot where we used to linger before you’d whisper, “Let’s get out of here.”

But I didn’t need to see your face. I’d know you anywhere. I know your stance, your posture, the way you round your shoulders while leaning with one hand on the wall and the other in your pocket. I know the shade of your hair and how it’s speckled with a few strands of grey that curl around your neck, still sun-kissed from our recent trip abroad.

You leaned down as if you were going to kiss someone, but I didn’t know for sure until I saw you lift your hands to touch the face of the girl who was hidden behind your height, in the same way and in the same place that you used to kiss me. Only it wasn’t me. It was someone else. And as quickly as it took for me to register what was happening, you stopped and for a moment I thought that maybe you could sense that I was there. I thought that maybe you sensed that you shouldn’t be doing what you were doing in a place so closely associated with me, with us. But it wasn’t me and it wasn’t my face that you cupped in adoration before looking in my direction and giving me a clear shot of the person you were kissing. I saw that it wasn’t a her that you were kissing in the corner that was supposed to be our corner and in our place. You were kissing someone that I’ve known as well as I’ve known you. You were kissing……….Michael?

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J is a happily single 30-something currently documenting her stories of love and loss. Her blog, “I Quit Dating” features excerpts of her journey as she reflects on the lessons learned from the men she loved. A complete collection of essays detailing her walk away from finding Mr. Right in order to pursue a more fulfilled life will be self-published next year. She recently moved from Los Angeles to New York. Contact: iquitdating (@)

One thought on “Your Two Exes Have Started A Relationship…With Each Other”

  1. This is quite a story. I enjoyed it immensely… I don’t mean that I enjoyed the feelings that you must have experienced in that moment, but the way you told the story was quite interesting. When you have the time, you might find a post of mine “coincidentally” interesting also. Thanks for visiting my site and thanks for introducing me to yours. Have a delightful evening.


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