After we had our daughter Kim*, Brian convinced me to stay for another two years.
But do you think the idea of my body being metaphorically blown to smithereens stopped me from dating not one, but two (yeah...) of my best friend's ex-girlfriends? But this isn't about Peter (fake name), Jessica (fake name), or even Mothra Blurgenstein (shockingly, actual name -- kidding!Brian had just quit his job and I was pregnant with our first child.We figured we would stay with them until Brian could find a job again, and then we would move out. It seemed like a hunky-dory idea, Sarah and Dan, me and Brian — the four of us living happily together, under one roof.) It’s about what I didn't do and, more importantly, what people do when pursuing the exes of their best friends, or less-than-best friends, even.From the lips of relationship fuck-ups and our resident sex sociologist, Dr.