Credit: Getty Images/Hero ImagesTrue story: I recently got invited to my ex-boyfriend’s wedding. When I say ex-boyfriend, though, I mean we “dated” in middle school (read: held hands while watching movies with his mom). We stayed in touch through the years despite our very dramatic breakup just before high school, and for a time we even considered ourselves best friends. Aside from that one drunken night in college (it happens, right?), our friendship remained totally platonic. So when I found out he was getting married, I was genuinely stoked. ...
