My Ex was Awful

I've found that often when somebody bitches about their ex it sets people off quite a bit. Something about it is suspect, as there's always a danger to appear not quite over it, or bitter, or a number of other things.

But people bitch about *everything.* They bitch about their cars, they bitch about their mortgages, they bitch about their jobs. And also about other people: bosses, employees, sisters, parents, friends, babysitters, that guy with the grimace on the other side of the bus.

And they bitch about their Ex's.

I'm not going to bitch about my ex. All of the bitching I could possibly do was expunged like so much excrement when I committed myself to the act of dumping her and never looking back.

Who was she? The short answer is that she was a good person. I like to look back on these things positively. The slightly longer answer is that she was a raging, inconsolable snob from Orange County who had flattered herself to no end for her decadence and insisted on surrounding herself with mirror copies of herself. This included her boyfriend.

So she fell in love with me and I felt guilty, so I kept her even though she made me sick like last week's pie left on the counter for too many days. Don't tell anybody, but I think the reason she fell for me was because the sex was good. That's her opinion, not mine, though she called it "love" and I called it evidence that she had been quite direly unsatisfied before. Apparently her prior boytoys didn't know the first thing about how to please a woman, which shouldn't be surprising considering that my ex was interested less in sex than in portfolios and assets.

So I grinned and bore her for over a year and then I dumped her. I've neverly looked on the memory of a relationship so ambivalently. Usually I make peace with them. But everybody in the world isn't great and deserving of affection in memory, and I think I've had to make peace with the fact that this girl, bless her soul, is one of the ones that just plain isn't.