I was with my ex for 2 and a half years. Certainly not FOREVER, but most of my college life. Further, I spent almost 100% of my free time during that period with her.
Naturally, this means that the vast, vast majority of any interesting story I have to tell from about mid 2010 to the end of 2012 somehow involves her. If I was older, this wouldn’t be as much of a problem, but I was relatively boring in high school, and wasn’t in college too long before I met her – so most of my interesting stories, life experiences, and so on involve her, and only her (or her and one of our families).
So far, I’ve managed to kind of talk around it – not deliberately avoiding it, but just generally talking about interesting things and not bringing my own life outside of school/work into it. But as I get closer friends, this becomes less and less possible, at some point talking about things I do or like is going to entail talking about it a bunch.
It’s just, I want to talk about things I’ve done, but when pretty much every story I want to tell involves “me and my ex”, I can’t help but feel I’d come off as a tad obsessed with her and/or my “lost life” with her. And it’s even in the answers to a lot of questions about me. Why haven’t I done <thing I’ve always wanted to do>? Probably because my ex didn’t want to (this is the answer to more questions than I’d like it to be). Even most of my stories about people saying or doing weird, obnoxious, or offensive things involve her mom, dad, stepmom, etc (mostly her dad). And so on, mostly because I wasn’t able to make any friends when I was with her because all my time was spent with her.
Look, I don’t want to demonize my ex and pretend I was never with her. I’d love to say she was a great person and we were just too different, but after a ton of thinking I can’t say that fairly. She was manipulative, slightly abusive, and somewhat self centered. And when it comes down to it, we also didn’t really have enough in common. But at the same time there are definitely a lot of things I enjoyed doing with her, I did love her at one point, and she’s not HilterStalin or anything. She has the potential to be a good person, and I certainly wasn’t perfect either. She’s neither devil nor saint, and there was plenty of good and bad, even if I feel ultimately the bad outweighed the good by a decent margin.
My point is, I think I have a relatively healthy view of my overall relationship with her (even if I still have some lingering scars for possibly understandable reasons), but the fact that the vast majority of my adult life – the part of my life where I actually had a chance to do things and be interesting was something that happened with her, and I feel it’s difficult to talk about my life without either painting myself as some loser who yearns to get back with my ex (seriously, no), trapped in my lost past, or else “that guy” who cries at every opportunity “let me tell you about why my ex is a terrible person.” I don’t wish to be either of those things, but I’m not really sure how to strike a healthy balance of “being able to discuss my life and tell personal anecdotes when it’s relevant” and “sounding like an obnoxious ex-obsesser”.