This is the current one. I’m not sure how its going to work out, but what the hell…
I’ve been friends with him for ten years, the last marriage and two shack-ups. He knows what I’ve been through and what I’m like.
We lived together on and off for a while. I will explain that better later.
When I was getting together with Mistake #4, I said, “If this doesn’t work out, I’ll come back and marry you.”
“Pick out your wedding dress.” he laughed.
That was two months ago.
He is not holding me to my promise. I’m not exactly keeping it.
“I like the idea of handfasting. Especially since you seem to be allergic to marriage.” he says.
Could that be the problem? Could I be allergic to marriage?
I don’t think it’s the problem. I think the problem is that once they get me they think they can do whatever they want and I’ll be happy with it. They are wrong.
“I know you.” he said.
“Really?” I said. “Just be careful. There are things that have changed the last few years.”
“I will.” he said.
I didn’t think to tell him that a friend doesn’t have the same responsibilities as a partner. I guess I should have.
Now, here I am, in a relationship where I might as well be a living room chair and we’re supposed to be in the “honeymoon’ phase. What the hell is it gonna be like when that’s over?
Well, once again, that didn’t take long. He decided to push me down the ramp. I am no longer living there and we are no longer friends.
That really sucks.