Break ups still suck, huh?
My last real breakup was a couple decades ago. My buddies took me to the bar, I woke up in a strangers house and we spent much of the next day piecemealing the night back together while the hangover trumped any emotional pain. Back then you couldn’t tell the boys how much you were really hurting because you’d get made fun of till the end of time, but they all knew so it was just unspoken.
This one’s unspoken for different reasons but hurts just as bad. Maybe even worse. We talked about everything from the mundane stuff to the serious stuff, including the fallout from getting caught. But we never thought to talk about modern day break ups. This was a very mature break up, and that might make it even worse. If I try drinking even a fraction of what I did back in the day I’ll be out of commission for weeks. And if I wake up in a strangers bed now I’ll probably end up in jail.
I guess I’ll just go finish doing the dishes…