Finding Exes

There's something to be said about exes. They are a sticky area for even the most solid couples. I'm not denying the fact that there were women before me, but being reminded that they exist isn't your most warm and cozy feeling.

I suppose that is my comfort, my knowing that the knee-jerk reaction of defensive major wasn't uncalled for when a friend forwarded the dreaded MySpace link of a former flame of Aaron's to his Facebook. It's dreadfully cliche, but that's why it's so cliche: it happens! I begrudgingly gave him his space to travel back through time, all the while not allowing him to forget MY presence in the other room, animatedly enjoying a Pink Floyd rockumentary.

It was the exclamation that came from the other room, the one I will edit for, well, just to be kind, but something along the lines of "I can't believe it's not butter!" well, yeah that...those were the words that let me know that I'd come along this journey down the path of Aaron's Exes unscathed. Phew. Because I know the stories, and they ain't pretty!

But really, why do we get so defensive at the thought of an ex? Even in the simplest, most innocent of ways; the ones, too, that come to us in the form of an inside joke--the true meaning sometimes is marred by a defensive attack by a third party and can be ruined of it's original intent.

I'm just glad I have the confidence that even had the ex turned out to be (insert scream from Psycho shower scene) the long-lost twin of Dita Von Teese my husband would still love only me. And I am pretty confident that I don't have any Dave Navarro exes out there, or anyone like Robert Downey, Jr., so Aaron's safe, too.