Day 64: Tales Of Disappearing Roommates And Barbie Hangovers
Day 64 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD
James and I had a Barbie hangover.
We didn’t actually drink that much in the end. Once the red wine hit the floor, I wasn’t so interested in opening more of my expensive wine to see it wasted with such haste.
I also didn’t think the moment warranted anything ostentatious, considering James’ mother spent an hour telling us all the ways we were failing as people.
Specifically, she mused how unfocused we were on our business. And how far we hadn’t come in our endeavours to become better business people.
Her revelations about our life were crushing, and neither of us slept that well.
James was at the dining room table when I woke up. It was still partly littered with the remnants of the wine bottle label and half-eaten lasagna. He was nursing one of my oversized tea mugs, instead, he had it overflowing with coffee.
“You want one?” he asked, pointing to the pod machine in the office.
“Sure.”
I looked at the mess and my roommate and the pile of work in front of me and nearly went back to bed.
I relented; if James was this determined to fix our dismal situation, so was I.
As the coffee brewed, I started furiously cleaning everything in sight. I couldn’t stand the mess.
Every cluttered surface reminded me of my disordered life. I couldn’t see straight with all the obstacles in my way. Or the stench of leftover food.
As I furiously returned my home to its clean, habitual state, I noticed James packing his laptop and charger cord into a satchel.
I hadn’t noticed this leather bag before. I caught a glimpse of the Louis Vuitton logo embossed on both sides.
It was beautiful, iconic and very much unlike the one James was carrying a week ago.
Perhaps his old bag became damaged in the move. I knew he threw a few things away.
Was this a sign I wasn’t paying attention, again? Oh gees, I didn’t need any more of those right now.
“Are you going somewhere?”
He didn’t speak until he had downed the rest of his coffee. “Yeah, I can’t quite think straight like this.”
He waved his hand over the dining room table, our whiteboard and then towards me. Sure, I hadn’t showered yet. And no, I wasn’t looking my best self.
But that was a bit harsh, right?
“Can I ask where you’re going?”
He shrugged. “Coffee shop? Library. I don’t know. I will be back later.”
And like that he was gone.
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