Day 74: Tales Of Ex BF Memories And Lost Hope

Day 74 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD

Apr 19, 2023

You don’t always expect your roommate to be home when you wake up.

You’re not married to them, which many people in your life love to remind you of.

But when they are your best friend, you would hope they would leave a note when they walk out the door. I mean a message on your private WhatsApp chat, of course.

Now James and I were in this cycle of him leaving the house without rhyme or reason, and me not saying anything, why break with tradition?

And why would today be any different?

For some reason, I thought I would find James returning to Chadstone. To schmooze the woman at Louis Vuitton. Sara.

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Here’s something you completely forget when you work for yourself, you spend the majority of your time at home and you have zero love life and threadbare friendships; days of the week. Mondays are Fridays. Tuesdays are Tuesdays. And when James and I walked into Chadstone on a Sunday, it’s then we remembered it was a Sunday, and not…

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He didn’t quite seem done the other day like there was more to this relationship had there not been an audience. Had I not been there.

Sorry, another correction.

Before I knew it I found myself standing in front of the store at Chadstone, ogling at the entrance in confused bemusement. I studied everything about it, wondering why this seemingly innocuous store had become my beacon.

What answers was I hoping to gain?

What questions did I have to ask?

I could see Sara standing at the back of the store, her arms crossed, matching her staunch expression.

A step in the wrong direction and she would see me staring, like a possessed idiot. I couldn’t have that. I know I already looked like the idiot with the pulled over my eyes.

Why make it worse by confirming her opinion of me?

As I scanned the customers in the store, I couldn’t find James either. The whole point of coming here was a bust.

I marched away, through the gauntlet of designer clothes, and back to my car. Opening the driver’s side door, it was like I had opened a time capsule. And the stench didn’t help.

I could smell old food packets, washing that needed desperate cleaning, and a funky stale stench I couldn’t identify.

Old wine? Surely not. I hoped not. Why was I only noticing this smell now?

I drove to the shops. How did I get in and get all the way here without discovering the smell?

One of the great mysteries of life. That and finding your ex’s shoes under your passenger seat.

I don’t even remember when he wore this pair. But they didn’t smell nice. For a man who was always so well groomed and never had a hair out of place, he sure did have smelly shoes.

It was better to think this stench belonged to him, and not from my car, I told myself.

I collected the shoes and the old trash and disposed of the collection in the car park bin. As I did, I couldn’t help but ask myself.

How long does it take a person to get rid of their ex well and truly?

Someone give me a calendar so I know much longer I have.

Because this is hell.

Day 74: Tales Of Ex BF Memories And Lost Hope

Day 74 Of How To Move On From A Man — 1LD

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