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Favorite Ex is in town for a month or two, and last week, we did that thing we do, where we drink too much and have ridiculous conversations for hours on end. We got on the subject of bad breakups, and talked about how not-bad ours was. Then we remembered it was a little bad. Then we argued over the details. Then he demanded the "Jessica version of events."

"We broke up in July," I began. "I emailed you in August to say Happy Birthday, and you wrote back New Year's Day, like no time had passed."

"Oh shit," he said. "That's right, I did. But then you ignored me for a year because you had a boyfriend."

"Bullshit!"

"It's true."

"We started talking again after that. I didn't meet the boyfriend until five months later. And if I remember correctly, we slept together two days before I met him."

"Oh yeah, you're right."

"And you and I had dinner a few times while I was with him."

"Yeah, okay. You're right."

Then I demanded the Favorite Ex version of events.

"I had a great girl and I didn't 'get it' until three years later."

"Hm," I said. "I like your version better."