Day 48: Tales Of Confessions And BFFs With Ex BFs
Day 42 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
It’s been days since I left the house. And today will be another day the streak continues.
James is here at my dining room table; he has been here since seven this morning. Now it’s approaching ten, I know I should get up and join him for work.
Though it is a Saturday and I wasn’t the one who hadn’t spent time away from work.
When you put self-imposed travel restrictions on yourself, it turns out you get a lot done. I feel like I’m an unstoppable working machine right now.
Lying in bed, I wondered how much longer I could get away without waking. I imagined this was what it would be like to live with someone, to have a man care about you, to have someone wonder why you still haven’t surfaced from the bedroom.
It felt nice. Real.
I messaged James. “I’m awake.”
I heard him quickly run down the hallway before bursting into my bedroom. He jumped on the bed and threw his body onto mine. It was unelegant, very unlike him.
Again, something else real to hold onto right now.
“I can’t believe you’ve been working all this time. You’re putting me to shame.” I held him tight and pulled him into the covers with me.
If James wasn’t my best friend and solely interested in penis, he would be the one.
“I owe it to you. And I feel guilty.” James pulled the blanket up and over his head. “You don’t hate me, do you?”
His pleas for forgiveness went muffled.
“For skiving off work the last couple of days? Pl-ease. As long as it’s not the new normal, we’re all good.”
James wouldn’t surface from under the covers. “Come on, get out of there,” I pleaded
He wouldn’t come up for air. “I partied with him. I partied with the devil.” Who was the devil? We didn’t have anyone who went by that nickname. “Who?”
“Douglas.”
I pulled back the doona and revealed James with his hand over his face. “He was there?” I don’t know why I sounded surprised. I wasn’t at all; I knew he would be.
At that moment, I completely validated my decision to stay home and stay away from the party. I knew I had done the right thing. No questions.
“So are you trying to tell me you had fun with my ex?” James nodded.
This was an important moment for me. It was the point where I could flip out, get upset and act like a tortured bitch and chastise my friends for being normal human beings. Or I could be rational and act like a person who had their shit together.
I pulled James into me. “Don’t worry about it. Seriously. Just tell me he looked terrible and had bad breath or something like that.”
We laughed together. But I wanted to know everything that happened.
I couldn’t help it. You can never help it.
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