Thinking back to most of my exes, there's probably only one I'd blank in the street if I met him, because he was a complete arse and screwed up my head/life when I was with him. All the rest, I'd happily have a coffee/chat with, but wouldn't keep in regular contact, because my life and my brain are in a completely different place now, and I'm happy as I am.
That goes for me too.
Out of the blue I had 2 text me last week on the same day after a long period of no contact (and no I don't think it was a complete coincidence, they know each other). One of them I asked to stop trying to contact me in any way well over 8/9 years ago. He knows why, but he still sends me messages. He's trying to be a head f*ck, it's a power thing, he knows I won't reply.
Anyway, the other one I can go have a coffee, beer with, but I don't seek it out. I ignored his text too because he was reminiscing about people and places, and I don't need that or want to think about it.
Part of me feels I should have just replied with a platitude but the past is the past for a reason.
And I've been married for 10 years now, it really IS the past.
And I've matured into a grumpy middle aged woman. Well, maybe matured isn't the right word.