I’ve been editing and re-writing for the past three weeks. It’s been a little quiet on the blog since I decided to apply to graduate school, Pinewood Table is back in sesh and work is super busy. Here’s a snippet of what I think is the first chapter to my second manuscript. Enjoy!
Here’s what I remember about the last day the boyfriend/non-boyfriend and I hung out. It was April 28, 2013 – about 8:30 am. I was sitting on the white/cream and gold flecked sofas with him in his living room that overlooked the busy corner he lived on.
I loved those sofas.
Rush hour traffic zoomed by outside his two story Cape Cod. It had started to rain.
We were sitting close but not touching.
We had been fighting about the house.
“You can still back out of this and look at some other houses,” he held his small coffee cup. He only drank half a cup in the morning. I was sick of him telling me that.
“I know,” I was sick saying it. My coffee was in a giant mug that someone had gifted him.
“Alright, kiddo. I gotta go to work,” he got up off the sofa.
“Ok. I’m gonna finish my coffee.” There was still half a cup left. Outside cars and bikes lined up at the light at 32nd. I stayed on the sofa a few more minutes and looked out the windows. The steakhouse where we had gone on after breaking up and getting back together again in the very very beginning was caddycorner from his house. It was closed but janitorial services were finishing up their cleaning.
In the beginning we would go out to dinner, watch a movie, have sex, go to sleep, wake up, have more sex and drink coffee on the couch. I would bike back to my house 13 blocks away and got ready for work. He went to his home office where he spent a few hours each day purchasing software for various organizations. Our four year and a half year relationship had deteriorated down to me going to his house at 8 pm once a week, having a conversation on the sofa in his living room, going to bed at 10 pm, having sex, sleeping, waking up the next morning to sex, him making me coffee in the living room, and leaving for work. We might occasionally watch an episode of Mad Men or The Game of Thrones at night but that was it. It would be some episode in the middle of the season that I could never follow. It was a once a week thing when we were together. Never more. Never less.