Day 56: Tales Of Packing Up The Friendship And Overreactions
Day 56: Tales Of Packing Up The Friendship And Overreactions
Day 56 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
Boxes. Piles of boxes everywhere.
Archive boxes I had to assemble myself late last night after I parted ways with GG.
We didn’t spend long at Candy’s Bar. There was nothing more to say about this situation. All I could do was follow the writing on the wall.
Everything was clearly messed up. My best friend was sneaking around with my ex-boyfriend. My friends felt conflicted about how to handle it. And I was a mess.
I wanted to hide like never before.
When I came home and saw our makeshift office, my dining room, with all our business spread across it, I knew it was over.
We had piles of fabric books, samples, and pictures littered across the space. We had stacks of notebooks and sketch pads that we had filled with ideas.
We had even invested in a Cricut machine to play with design print so we could see firsthand what our unisex fashion line could look like.
And without much hesitation, I took each bit and started to pile it into the boxes. One after the other.
I wanted to regain my dining room table. I wanted my life back. Right now building a business with my friends was becoming far too complicated for me to sustain. Or enjoy.
I felt empty, unloved, used and chewed up, spat out. For all I did, for all my trust, this was how it would end.
Packing it all away would seem like the right thing to do. I had no other choice, right?
I sat there with the boxes around me and I stared. Then I felt the tears pour down my cheeks. Flooding my face harder and harder.
I hadn’t cried like this in a long time. I didn’t even cry like this when Douglas and I broke up. What was this? What was all this emotion?
Silly me for asking. I knew what it was.
I knew packing up the business wasn’t the right thing to do. It was an immature, woe-is-me reaction. I was indulging in unhelpful, righteous self-pity.
And that wasn’t going to get me anywhere.
It wasn’t going to make me a success. It wasn’t going to explain why Douglas and James had been colluding. It wasn’t going to help me get on with my life.
This was all way too much self-realisation for a Sunday than I could take. I was over it.
As I looked at the boxes, I contemplated putting each piece back where it belonged. But something inside me told me not to.
Perhaps the business was all over in the name of saving friendships.
I didn’t know.
Yet, I knew who to ask to find out. I had to ask James. I needed to hear it from him. And Monday morning couldn’t come soon enough.
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