I knocked on the door of Douglas’ apartment.
Already my plan to survive this breakup and be the winner had gone down the toilet.
I wanted a neutral territory to host our conversation, somewhere neither one of us felt comfortable with. And instead, I found myself on his home turf.
Bad start, I told myself. I could recover though.
He opened the door and leaned in to kiss my cheek. I pulled back. I didn’t want him to touch me. Contact would be bad right now.
It wouldn’t help my resolve.
I outstretched my hand and pushed him away from his chest. “Let’s not pretend we’re something we’re not, ok?” He didn’t argue with me.
“Do you want a drink?”
Douglas already had a glass of wine set out for me, but I refused.
“No, I don’t want to stay long.”
He pointed to the outdoor patio for us to sit and talk. I thought the warm night air wasn’t a bad idea, but it wasn’t exactly conducive to making a swift getaway. There was another thing on the plan going wrong.
“You want to talk to me?” We hadn’t even sat down before I asked my question. “Or, more accurately, you want to break up with me?”
Douglas couldn’t look at me. “So they told you, huh?”
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