He text me yesterday. ‘How are you?’
A million thoughts rushed through my mind, naturally. Sadly, it’s probably meaningless. I desperately want to believe that he misses me but personal experience tells me that in reality he probably just wants to be friends. Which is heartbreaking.
His ability to make small talk with me surely means that he isn’t hurting and it devastates me to think that this is what we’ve been reduced to. After all that passion, all that lust and all that love, we end up making fucking small talk.
It took me a long time to figure out how to reply (I didn’t want to appear immature by ignoring him). My first reaction was ‘are you fucking serious?’ We lived together for two years, he knows me well enough to know exactly ‘how I am’. My second thought was to reply honestly… I have always been honest with him. He was my best friend, the person I shared my deepest feelings with. But that doesn’t seem right anymore – to give him that honesty; to bare my soul to him. I also didn’t want to give him the satisfaction of knowing how much I’m still struggling without him. I refuse to massage his ego any more (the first strength I’ve shown in a long time). So that left me with one option, something I’d never done with him before – fake it.
I lied. I said I was ok, I kept things as brief as possible and ended the conversation as soon as possible. As difficult as it was I knew it was for the best. Honesty hasn’t done me any favours lately, so maybe I should be faking it more often? I’m sure my poor, loyal friends would welcome a break from my melancholy! If I could plaster a smile on my face and stop spending so much time in bed my parents wouldn’t be so worried…
‘Fake it ’til you make it’.
What do you think? Do I stand up tall, hold my head high and tell the world I’m A-OK? It’s a nice idea. Or is there a bravery in not pretending? In admitting that yes, I’m wounded, I’m struggling, but I’m living.
I’m just gonna play it safe and resort to some retail therapy while I figure it out.
Angry Blonde 
I always used to respond when people asked me how I was with “fine”, but then one day something switched in my head, and I started telling the truth – telling them I was tired, and a bit down about all sorts of things, and a bit lost, and… and… and… and then they realise they’re in a bit of a corner because they weren’t really interested in how you are, but if they walk away, they look like they’re uncaring…
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This post really resonated with me. You so eloquently have written feelings I have felt so many times before. It’s hard not knowing your circumstance but from what I have read, I believe you have done the right thing. Bearing all to him may just lead to more heartache through further dejection and what not. Chin up buttercup, much love A xx
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Thank you xx
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