love-in-idleness

I seriously doubt anyone wants to listen to me ramble about relationships (dear lord, you're all thinking, either she's a nun or a school counselor.  I assure you I am neither) but I need somewhere to rant.  or unrant, I guess you could call it. Talking with exes can be one of about eighty things... it can be horribly awkward, forcedly formal, sappily nice, too short, too long, or all of those rolled into one.  It cannot be comfortable, amiable, like two friends chatting about old times. Can it? Just when I'm in the midst of a post-eighties liberated woman, feminist mindset... I talk for three hours with my ex.  Hypocritical? Ya better bel