My first ex and I were friends until the end. I was the one they called when he was dying. My second ex is afraid to see me and avoids me like the plague. It's been two years since I last saw him. (I guess I could have visited him in jail those six months, but he probably would have refused my visit anyway) It was like one day, best friends and confidants and the next NOTHING—total strangers and not my decision or choice. I'll take the first scenario any day. I think what you are doing sounds like a lot of fun.