Do You Still Think I'm A Nice Person? 29 Questions With An Ex

When I was 23, I had a one-night stand that lasted five years. I went on a ski trip with three school friends; all of us were single and two of us had recently been dumped. We sang All Saints' "Never Ever" on the ski lift by day and danced on tables in bars by night. On the penultimate night, I saw someone I liked the look of and, with a lot of courage thanks to alcohol, sashayed over in my ski pants. I don’t think we’d even exchanged names by the time we kissed.

All four of us on the trip slept with someone that night, which called for a brief strategy meeting about how to fit these boys into our already cramped one bedroom chalet. My friend took the bedroom, I took the sofa bed, another selflessly accepted the boot room, and the last stayed out. The following morning, I gave the guy my number (I don’t think he’d asked for it) and we vaguely agreed to meet up back in London.

Three years later, we were on a plane to a new continent to start a new life. By then we were sharing a flat, a social group, and were deeply embedded in each other’s family lives. I felt unsure at various points in the relationship but, whenever the thought crossed my mind, we’d have a really nice day together. We never had that "conversation chemistry" where you just want to talk all night, which for whatever reason was my idea of "true love" at the time, but the relationship was loving and relaxing, and the attraction remained strong. I think I was always trying to get something more from him, and I sort of thought it might go wrong when we moved away, with no friends or family to fill in the gaps. 18 months later, after nearly five years, I behaved badly and ended the relationship in a drawn-out way that I regret because I couldn’t decide what I wanted.

He was angry for a long time after the break-up, which was three years ago now, and I fully expected him to say no when I emailed and asked if he’d answer 29 highly personal questions about our relationship for an article. And I fully expected his answers to be brutal, if by some chance he said yes. But it seems I underestimated him, in more ways than one.

I can't — I was too hammered. It was in a bar in the French Alps. I had been to a dangerous rum place beforehand and I remember kissing you inappropriately against a wall.

I didn't understand you at all. I remember thinking you were cool and mysterious to the point where you seemed otherworldly. I had this idea, that's impossible to explain, that you didn't shower – it wasn't a hygiene thing at all but because you were so serene, I just couldn’t imagine you doing normal things...nope, it is actually impossible to explain.

Probably in the middle two-and-a-half years of the relationship and when we lived together. I thought I was set for life.

Spooning in bed every night — there was nowhere I'd rather have been. Also, that time you fell over when we were running for something (lol).

When we moved overseas at very different points in our careers — you were finishing something and I was just starting something. Suddenly it was just us — no family, no friends, no work — and that was a big strain on everything.

I failed to support you properly during a family crisis and afterwards when you were stressed. Sometime after that, you started talking regularly to two other guys (I think you were basically having emotional affairs with them) and lied to me about it. We muddled along for a while and then you made us go on a break, slept with one of the guys and then made us get back together. You never let me back in emotionally after that and we broke up properly a month or two later. I probably did some awful things, like tell your best mate's sister she was boring, but that is how I remember it.

We arranged to meet in a park, but my phone had run out of battery. So I just wandered around with a Magnum (white), not desperate to find you because I knew what was coming. Eventually, we sat on the grass and talked, and then said goodbye. I didn't know what to do after that because I had no home in London, so I leaned up against a tree and cried, and then cycled back to where I was staying in a daze. I haven't been back to that park.

Some of it was quick and some of it will always be there (I don't think I'm ever going to be like, "Remember when we broke up – that was lol") but the simple answer is about 18 months.

I'm at peace with everything. I don't want to be best mates but that would be true for any ex of many years. I think there's too much water under the bridge and I'm not convinced that kind of friendship would be healthy. But I wish you health, wealth, happiness and many dogs.

Overall, you were great. You could be very cold and distant, and I often felt I was playing second fiddle to your family (fair), friends (sometimes fair), or work (nahhh). But I loved you very much, trusted you completely and don't remember ever feeling actually pissed off — irritated, maybe — with you in five years. You were great fun, funny and always up for stuff, and your friends and family were cool. I was convinced we would spend our lives together. We were a solid couple.

Sense of humor; loyal to family and friends; kind; hardworking; conscientious; generous; animal-loving.

Starting "deep" conversations at 11.30 p.m. on weeknights; never sticking to anything you said in the deep conversations anyway; taking work too seriously; not being able to be alone; aggressive driving.

I felt like you knew me better than I knew myself, which seemed rare.

Everything! I don't think I knew anything about real women before we met.

I learned a lot about what kind of work/life balance I wanted to strike from watching you work too hard and get too stressed. And about how I wanted certain family dynamics to work.

I felt like it was my mission to teach you that being as happy and stress-free as possible is way more important than being a massive success. I'm not sure I managed it.

Do you think stuff was lacking? I think the sex was always good even when everything else was collapsing, but I suppose you can always be more communicative and adventurous in sex.

I don't know. I never plotted to cheat on you or got close to it (the closest I came was groping someone when paralytically drunk, which was mortifying, but I don't honestly count that as "thinking").

I'm not sure. Of course we could have kept going if we'd both really worked at it but I'm not sure we'd have been as happy as we had been, all things said and done.

For the first six months or so, no — I was an unthinking moron — but when it got serious I think I was. I really tried to be, anyway.

I would have fully supported you during the aforementioned family crisis and the aftermath. And joined a gym, built up my upper body and hit your current boyfriend with a stick.

I have tried to talk less nonsense and be less annoying, and be more thoughtful and supportive when necessary. I've also never made my current girlfriend go to bed at 10 p.m. because I have a Sunday League football game at 2 p.m. the next day.

I had a small rant about you and why we broke up on the night bus once, which I slightly regret. But, really, nothing much because she's never asked.

In its death throes, definitely me. Before that, I think you edged it.

They were upset but I'm from a big family and they've seen it all before, so I can't say they were heartbroken or anything.

I think a few of them were upset/disappointed but you've stayed in touch with those ones and I'm sure they knew that would be possible.

We'd be living in the countryside or a leafy suburb, likely doing the same job because we have the same profession, and with a dog and a cat who are best friends. And some babies. I'd wake up early, walk the dog, work from home and have dinner ready for you when you came back from some cool event. We'd drink a glass of wine outside or watch TV by the fire (depending on whether it was spring/summer or autumn/winter).

Yes of course mate. I mean you're not Jesus or Harry Kane – you made mistakes. But so did I.

It's comfortable and a little bit exciting, like putting on your winter coat and finding $20 in the pocket. It can also get a little uncomfortable after a while, like the sun has just come out again.