Playing the Ex Game
September 20th 2006 02:53
Breaking up was sort of inevitable. No matter how firmly attached or how deeply you care about someone, it’s a huge leap to fall and to say –in- love with them.
So I knew, and Taffy knew, that we probably weren’t going to grow old and be crazy cat lady-lesbians together.
And I knew that Taffy knew because when she was uneasy she would resort to joking blackmail- ‘If you break up with me, I’m not going to give you your birthday present in September!’
‘I know you won’t break up with me before then because you want it.’
‘It’ was very pretty and I did want it, but usually it seems smart to pick emotional sanity before presents.
Taffy didn’t just try and forestall the breakup, she thought deeply about the subject and predicted a range of outcomes. The one that sprung most frequently to her mind was a competition over Mr X.
That’s right.. he may have been temporarily banished from our beds, but he wasn’t gone from our thoughts. And breakups, well, they tend to be messy and ugly and painful, and lead to unhealthy acts of desperation. Like seducing your ex’s best friend. Or, in our happy polyamorous case, running off with the third partner.
According to Taffy, there was going to be a down and dirty competition to see who could get her hands/other appendages on Mr X first.
And here we were, broken up. The tragedy had come to pass, it was time for the games to begin.
And the question before me was… did I want to play?
So I knew, and Taffy knew, that we probably weren’t going to grow old and be crazy cat lady-lesbians together.
And I knew that Taffy knew because when she was uneasy she would resort to joking blackmail- ‘If you break up with me, I’m not going to give you your birthday present in September!’
‘I know you won’t break up with me before then because you want it.’
‘It’ was very pretty and I did want it, but usually it seems smart to pick emotional sanity before presents.
Taffy didn’t just try and forestall the breakup, she thought deeply about the subject and predicted a range of outcomes. The one that sprung most frequently to her mind was a competition over Mr X.
That’s right.. he may have been temporarily banished from our beds, but he wasn’t gone from our thoughts. And breakups, well, they tend to be messy and ugly and painful, and lead to unhealthy acts of desperation. Like seducing your ex’s best friend. Or, in our happy polyamorous case, running off with the third partner.
According to Taffy, there was going to be a down and dirty competition to see who could get her hands/other appendages on Mr X first.
And here we were, broken up. The tragedy had come to pass, it was time for the games to begin.
And the question before me was… did I want to play?
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