After I broke Brian's heart right before Valentines Day I was seemingly OK with my decision for the most part. The ex and I were having fun. Like the beginning of every "new" relationship we were infatuated with each other again and it was really nice. We spent Valentines day weekend together, ice climbing and skiing. We went to dinner and enjoyed each other. Well this is where all good things come to an end. Things started going bad slowly. Neither one of us wanted to admit it because we had been through so much already. I had gotten in an argument with our close mutual friends and wasn't on speaking terms with them. Well at least with John's wife but to be safe I kept my distance and didn't talk to either of them. She and I had gotten into an argument, which wasn't new because we always butt heads but this time I wasn't backing down. I was never one to bite my tongue and I had for years with her. So this is when 8 years of pent up frustration regurg...