A few weeks ago, after he defriended someone on AIM, F-train and I were talking about the end of relationships.
I think he took the position that he would rather there be a gradual parting of the ways, like you just don’t call like you used to or visit the other and then one day, five years later, you’re all “hmm…when was the last time I saw Tammy? Weird.”
But I disagreed.
My thinking goes something like this…in that scenario there’s always the possibility that it’s not really over. That someone just got lazy and stopped making an effort. It’s all too uncertain. Suddenly, I’m googling them just to find out where they ended up and then I’m sending “hey…how’re you doing?” emails and before you know it, Karol is all “you’re having dinner with Elliot, again? Are you out of your ever loving mind” ing me for two hours.
When relationships end with a big, knock down drag out fight where glass breaks and spit flies — there’s no question about reconciliation or “catching up” in twenty years. Oh no. That loser is dead to you and you have a bag full of heads that you’ve cut out of pictures.
But, that’s just me. A child of divorce. And a spawn of a long line of bitter women.