SADVICE

The Housemate’s sister has temporarily moved in with us after her boyfriend decided after a gazillion years he wasn’t so much into the whole relationship thing anymore. Not ideal really since they lived together, shared a dog and had collected a vast amount of jointly-owned furniture. Since I went through a similar break up, she has asked my opinions on certain matters over a vat full of wine.

Heartbreak Kid: How long did it take you to get over The Ex?
Me: Um, three years, four?
HK: But it’s only been two.
Me: Yup. Still not over him.

HK: Did you ever see him after you broke up?
Me: Are you counting the times when I parked outside his house and watched him while crying?
HK: No.
Me: Then no, I didn’t see him.

HK: Talk to him?
Me: Only when I phoned him and then put down the phone when he answered. Come to think of it, that may have been why he changed his number. But I guess you can’t really call that talking can you?
HK: No, you really can’t.

HK: But it’s better now right?

You could see the sheer desperation in the child’s eyes that she may turn out to be a car wreck like myself and was desperately looking for some sort of affirmation that it was going to be ok.

Me: Of course! I had dinner at his house just the other day!
HK: And you were fine?
Me: Absolutely. I hid all the photos of him and his new girlfriend and may have told him I still love him, but apart from that, it was great!

The Housemate has warned her against talking to me about anything of a relationship nature. I think it’s best.