Day 62: Tales Of Ungrateful Roommates And Drag Contemplations
Day 62: Tales Of Ungrateful Roommates And Drag Contemplations
Day 62 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
“Barbie wants to come over and see my new place. Is that ok?”
I loved how James called his mother that. She seemed like the kind of woman who objected to her children calling her anything but mother.
Yet, once you got to know her, you know her well-presented self was a facade. She was a free spirit, carefree, and inspiring to a woman like me.
“Ah, ok. When is she coming?”
“Tomorrow night. I’m out tonight, but she’s used to seeing me hungover. Can you make your lasagna?”
I nodded, unsure how James thought asking me a favour in the same breath as going out without inviting me would fly in this new arrangement.
I wanted to stay silent. He was having a rough time, of course. Yet, this wasn’t an arrangement I could survive in the long run, one where he could come and go and I played housewife to his needs.
“Um, sure. Only if I’m not hungover.”
“Are you going out tonight?”
I nodded. “Wherever you’re going, I’m going with you.”
It sounded like I didn’t trust James. I had to watch my tone. I couldn’t let him know I was a little suspicious this living arrangement had guilt sprinkled all over it.
“No, you’re not invited. It’s the boys and me.”
The boys, that was code for his gay-clubbing friends. Some of them did drag. James was contemplating partaking. Even if he didn’t end up becoming a queen, they could use these fact-finding nights as an excuse to go out and party.
James had been talking about it for a long time. But there was a lot going on, I didn’t blame James for hitting pause on the idea.
“I know this is one of your boys’ nights. But I love how you think you can move into my home, take over my space and then not invite me out with you. And then ask me to cook for your mother tomorrow night. Seems a little one-sided to me.”
It didn’t help that I didn’t have any Saturday night plans.
No boyfriend.
No man texting me.
No one to keep warm and forget about my new flatmate.
I wondered what Douglas would think of this new arrangement. Knowing him, he would have paid for James to stay in one of his apartment buildings. Free rent. Free reign to do what he wanted.
No nag like me to berate him.
Why did I care what Douglas would think? Why did I care about what Douglas would do?
James sighed. “I thought you wanted some time away from me.” I did, but James didn’t know that. “No, you didn’t,” I retorted.
“No, you’re right, I didn’t. I’m doing life as usual, but I guess life isn’t usual, is it?”
I knew what he meant more than I could say. Life had changed so much in the last two months. And I couldn’t see a point where it would ever return to normal.
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