OPINION - I’m not friends with any of my exes and I’m proud of it

Last weekend I was enjoying an aimless mooch with my boyfriend. Sipping beer on a bench, a swing band playing in the distance, plotting our next move. Pub? “I went there with my ex,” he says, glancing at Google Maps. “Let’s not go there.” Suddenly, my calm is overwritten with feverish curiosity. What was she like? Did you love her? Why did it end?