okay…so not the end
Whilst I was at my mum’s Matt continued to phone.
He didn’t want to lose me as a friend.
He did love me “but not like that.”
Funny how someone telling you they love you can hurt so much.
I told him fine. We’d stay friends. But I wanted to no more flirting. No more sexual contact.
I went back home.
Things started to get back to normal.
The texts became more occasional from Matt and me and Rose started to get on better again.
It seemed we had come out the other end.
We were going to survive it all.
*
A friend invited me out one night and I got ridiculously drunk.
I was flattered when a cute young man began chatting me up in the bar.
I flirted outrageously, lapping up the attention. We stayed out way too late. He told me he wanted me but I played it cool. He took my number and the next day I began a furiously steamy text conversation with him.
He was only young though. He tried his best but his texts just left me feeling flat. He had none of Matt’s wit and charm. And it was Matt I was missing.
I stupidly texted both him and Rose, telling them that I had met a new text playmate but that younger men were no good.
In my mind I wanted them to know I was sooooo over Matt. Look. I don’t care. I can find another man.
Matt ignored me.
Rose sent me a bitchy reply.
She let me know that it was all my fault she never got messages like that anymore.
Because apparently I wouldn’t let DH send them.
I was utterly lost for words…
