I was laying in bed last night pasting old pictures of my parents and myself into a scrapbook for their birthdays. (SHHH!!!) My cell all of a sudden rings. It’s 9:30, and I’m completely confused as to who this may be. So I pick up the phone and it’s a freakin’ miracle because my boyfriend, who’s always busy doing something and not getting sleep, is actually calling me. In the back of my mind, I’m thinking, dude, I really need to stop smoking crack. There’s no way!
Turns out, the fucker was getting gas and decided that he could take the 15-20 minutes out of his day for moi. How sweeeeeet! We were just into the ‘how was your day’ pleasantries, when he blurted out, I got furniture today! My side of the line went silent. He distinctly texted me yesterday during the day and said he couldn’t have lunch (which he invited me to in the first place) because he was looking for furniture. It’s okay because he wasn’t going to buy any, just looking. So what is my boyfriend, who from what I know has no taste, doing buying furniture?
He goes on. Yeah, I met this gay guy at Macy’s near where you used to live, and he picked out everything for me. He’s did all the measuring and tomorrow we’re going to pick out sheets. And the guy asked him if he was married, and my loving boyfriend, who loves me to death, says no. He’s single. Imagine my reaction. Now I’m sure that the little fucker meant single as in he’s living alone, but single by the rest of the population means you’re available. And if he chooses to make himself such, I will go beyond pissed offness. Well, that mine-field aside (I mean I have to forgive the guy; he is a guy afterall and most guys don’t think about the connotations of single-dom and all that crap unless they’re looking to get laid).
No, what I’m shocked about is that he bought furniture without me. Okay, I know, I’m supposed to be happy for him. For the first time basically ever, he’s making decisions for himself. Yes, my furniture layout (which was meticulously researched with pricing, product names and everything) did inspire his purchases. But that doesn’t take away from the fact that… he bought the freakin’ furniture without me. What’s worse, a gay man has replaced me… probably a not so cute gay man (1. I get to be defensive. 2. Cute gay men can probably find work in the city with all the other cute gay men. 3. I thought the burbs are a desert for gay men.).
Hence the conflict: I want to keep him firmly by my side and, this sounds horrible, but slightly dependent, but I’m also really proud and happy that he’s finally on his own. And I know that it doesn’t mean he’s going to leave or not care about my decisions anymore. I’ll just miss playing house and getting to decorate and all that jazz. *sigh*
So I stayed quiet the whole phone call. I was pretty shocked, but I also knew better than to let my angry side out, especially since I really was happy for him. (OKAY! I’ll stop lying. I wasn’t. I’m selfish. But THEORETICALLY, I was happy for him.) So we hung out and he didn’t say I love you, and I haven’t talked to him since. Poop.
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