So as many of you know, I broke up with my ex about 6 months ago. We remain roommates and things are going fair. The other day I had an argument with him, not bad, just more of making him realize things. I told him how torn I felt about bringing someone over to the house, not that it's happening, but for when it does. I said part of me feels bad and uncomfortable because I know he's not really moving on [partly because mentally he can't and physically as he doesn't drive/have a license], also, it's a respect thing, if he's going to be hurt then I don't want to do it. The bigger part of me says it's my damn house, we are broken up, and I am moving on, I'll do as I please. He pays half of everything, which sort of makes it his house too. Dilemma. He said he understands and it is my house, I should do as I want.
He was also speaking in terms of 'we' like getting the master bedroom put together. That started a whole new discussion and made him come to even more realizations.
So, now here he is, feeling sorry for himself. Moping around, having a pity party. He knows how much his poor life choices have fucked him. On top of that he is dealing with his mother and all her issues, of which I feel bad about and I am there to listen to him vent and lend a sympathetic ear.
He looks at things different than most, he's quite literal and it annoys the shit out of me. That paired with his mood is making for some tension. I try to brighten the mood, I joke, I try to make him laugh. Realize things aren't that bad and I am not kicking him out tomorrow, I am still a friend.
Just wanted to yak about that aloud, get it off my boobs, um, chest.
