Day 60: Tales Of Moving Confessions And BFF Suspicions
Day 60 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
When a friend asks you to help them unpack, say no. Say N-O.
Don’t worry about how you will make it look, because you won’t give a fuck when you’re sweating through clothes hauling boxes around.
And it won’t matter when the person you’re helping as they inflict constant direction for what they want, where they want it, and you’re resisting clocking them on the head with one of their shoes.
It doesn’t matter how much you love them, come up with an excuse to get you out of it.
You’ll thank me later.
When James said I could finish up, and that he could cover the rest of the unpacking, I almost accepted his request to stop.
But I couldn’t stand the mess piling in my home, the mess of bubble wrap and packaging materials filling the precious floor space of every room.
I needed my space back.
Putting the last of James’ shoes in closest, I found myself holding a pair of dress shoes. It was the ones he was wearing the other day at the conference.
I noticed them when he stood next to Douglas.
They weren’t nearly impressive as the Italian leather soles of my ex.
I held them in my hands.
“James,” I called out to, who was in the ensuite. “Why do you want to live here?”
He stuck his head out to where I was standing.
“You know the answer to that, babe. Because we need to get on the same page.” I had heard him say that before. Yet, the reason didn’t sit well with me.
“I know. I know. But you’re willing to give up your apartment for that? Give up your independence? It’s so unlike you.”
“Yeah, well, you and the business need me.”
I wasn’t so sure about me. I didn’t need him to hold my hand. I didn’t need him to wipe my ass in the evenings.
Was this something he was telling himself to justify this decision?
Or was this some cover to make up for whatever the hell was going on between him and Douglas?
I stared at James who was now at the entrance of the wardrobe. “James, if you’re going to live here, you have start to telling the absolute truth.”
I couldn’t believe the words were coming from my mouth. It felt so confrontational when that’s the opposite of how I wanted it to be.
With my arm outstretched I grabbed his hand, held it, and gave my best look of concern.
“Fine,” he said, rolling his eyes. “I want to be here for you, and all this break-up stuff. And the business, that’s not a lie. But I’m not exactly leaving my building voluntarily.”
Ahh, I thought. There was more to this. I was right.
It was then I realised how wrong I wanted to be.
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