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Autobiography: Chapter 7
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Prose/Short Stories Chapter 7
When your ex starts dating someone new and you remain single, you begin to compare yourself to her. You ask yourself questions like: Is she prettier than I am? Does she have more to offer than I do? What does he see in her, and what did he see in me? As their relationship progresses, you notice how he reacts around her in comparison to his temperament around you. In this case, he seems content, not happy. But I don’t see them together constantly.
I can’t help hating her though. Hating the way she looks. Hating the pitch of her voice that sounds like one of those playthings that squeak. Hating the fact that he spends more time with her than he did with me. When he was with me, he had restrictions of how long we could spend together. Now he spends every waking moment with her.
What I hate most though is that I’ve lost my best friend. We’ve barely spoken in the six months or so that they’ve been together. We’ve shared one-word greetings and cut-short conversations pertaining to work. But that’s where the speaking ends. Before I used to initiate most of our conversations especially into the later part of our “friends with benefits” relationship. But we were friends prior to any romantic interest, and I thought that would certainly carry over the years. I stopped initiating contact with him because he only talked about her and I was too jealous to continue that charade.
But I would think he cared about me enough to still check up on me every once in a while. I mean, he knows I’m still alive. We see each other at least once a week. But isn’t he curious how my life is going? He knows I can’t ask him because I have to preserve my ego. But he has no excuse.
It goes to show you that even after spending nearly every waking moment thinking about someone for two years, they could forget you in the blink of an eye.
