Met the ex for coffee..I don't even drink coffee. Part 1

The shiny happy people who whispered tales of a materialistic paradise turned out to be empty on the inside. Shock horror.. would you like some coffee with that sugar?.. she smiled. hiding her teeth. So what have you been up to for the past ten years?..'fuck this' prizes open my lips before slipping from the tip of my tongue back down my throat and into my lungs. I hear you've had a kid?..I hear you was with a Latvian woman? I hear I hear I hear....I've heard you're every move for the last ten years because people from back then have nothing better to tell me than the tales of a flame from a previous life, and I'm sure you've heard all about mine. How's your mum? Still a cunt?..how's your dad? Still a wanker?..remember when..and when..and when.. no not really I've digested a copious amount of drugs and alcohol since then..gave it all up then started again. Any plans to start a family?..Well if I did It would probably be one that didn't drive me to meeting an ex in a coffee shop for tea.."sure" I said instead... i heard a rumour..enlighten me..well.. when we split up did you sleep with.....