“Good, I think. He emailed me, saying I looked great and that he wanted to start afresh,” I tell him, “but I haven’t emailed him back yet.”
A flicker of disappointment crosses his features, but it’s so quick, I’m not sure if I’m imagining it. “Well, way to make him sweat. Go girl!”
“Yeah, he’s sweating all right. As he should, the jerk.”
He smiles. “So you think he’s a jerk?”
“Duh… he left me at the altar.”
“So why are you playing games?” he asks, confused. “Why not just say, ‘Fuck him!’ and let him be? Do you want him back?”
“Well… it’s hard to explain,” I say. “We’ve been together for seven years, and he’s everything I’ve ever wanted—”
“Really?” he scoffs. “He’s everything you ever wanted? He doesn’t show up to his own wedding, doesn’t come through on his responsibilities, but he’s everything you ever wanted?”
I exhale a long breath – I don’t have time for these shenanigans. I drain my beer into the fire. “Uh… and on that note, I think I’ll be calling it a night.”
He shrugs and presses a hand on my thigh. “Wait…”
