Like a very long setup to a very shitty punchline. We were very good friends when we started dating, hurt the hell out of each other for a year or so, broke up, got back together for another painful year or two, broke up, hooked up very briefly again a year or two later. I couldnt figure out why I didn't want to sleep with him and we pretended this was a totally normal way to deal with things. The punchline was that I am asexual and didn't figure it out until like 5 years later and a couple more failed relationships.

We were really good friends though. His grandmother called me on Christmas and my birthday for years after we broke up. She is lovely.

He is a good guy but we both needed a lot of therapy. Hope he is happier now.