My roommate is the ex-girlfriend of my ex-boyfriend.
It’s not as strange as it sounds.
I dated Mike in highschool. He dated Roomie last year. They are very good friends still.
Mike and I reconnected this year on Facebook after roomie asked him if any of his exes were on Facebook. I had just joined said social media site a few days earlier. I hadn’t seen or spoken with Mike in seven years (when I saw him at a wedding – the same wedding during which I met my ex-husband.)
Mike and I picked up where we left off, which is to say we were always really good friends. (In fact, I’m of the opinion that our little high school brains confused an endearing friendship with romantic feelings and that we were probably better off being friends than dating.)
When I started contemplating getting a roommate, Mike suggested that Roomie would make a good roomie. So we met, hit it off and decided to go for it.
Simultaneously, Mike was looking for a place to live. It dawned on me that one of the houses that my ex-husband and I lived in is available for rent. (My father owns the house) So last night, I showed it to him and he’s moving in two weeks.
As I walked him through the house, I thought about the situation. It’s certainly not anything that I could have ever imagined.
I never thought I would:
A. Be good friends with Mike again.
B. Not be married or need a roommate again.
C. Live with Mike’s ex-girlfriend
or D. Have Mike living in that house.
But when it’s all said and done, it fits together like a perfect quirky little puzzle.