Dirty Little Secret

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Martin and I sat down on his couch to talk. He began by saying that he though we’d always be one of those couples that was okay. I had no idea what he meant.

“I mean, we’ll always be content. We’d never make each other extremely happy or extremely unhappy,” he explained.

“Um, I guess, ” I said cautiously, not sure where he was going with this.

“But that’s not what I want. I want the extremes. I think we should break up and just be friends. I think you’re a terrific person but I want a grand passion.. . ” he tried to explain.

But I was not in the mood to hear about his feelings. “You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! Stop talking to me about this now. I’m too upset. You just dumped me, for God’s sake!!!!!!” I had almost stormed out the door when I remembered that my laundry was in his laundry room (yes, I did my laundry at his house because I didn’t have a washer or dryer). So instead of a grand exit, I had to walk out with an armload of laundry and Martin following me, picking up my trail of stray socks.

That night I wrote him a nasty email. The next day I wrote him a persuasive email. I had a big long cry. And two days later I was better.

It was the weirdest thing. All of a sudden I was just over it. Martin and I became friends. He still came over and hooked up my DVR. We didn’t hang out, but we talked on the phone and emailed. And I was fine. Half of my friends thought this meant we’d get back together, the other half thought that Martin had done the right thing.

And when I met MG the following winter, I was sure that Martin had done the right thing.