Brandon and I took our last trip together. We skipped work on Friday and went to Myrtle Beach. I didn’t think that it would turn out the way it did; no fighting, no arguing. For once in a long time, we got along. The 2-hour drive was bad but we got to talking stuff other than work. I got more into his relationship with his new “relationship” than he did with mine. It just shows that he’s still welcome into my life with open arms, but at the same time, he’s treading on glass in case it reopened old arguments. But we communicated and it felt nice. Probably not on his end though.
He had mentioned before he had threw away some old shirts and needed to buy new ones, so we went to Coastal Grande to do some shopping while I was looking for Eric’s suit. I did Brandon a favor and paid for him. That would have been the last time I’d buy him gifts. We had lunch together and that would have been the last time he offered to pay for my food. And we left the mall, and I knew this would have been the last time he and I would ever spend together. But at the same time, I was relieved to let some stress off of my shoulders.
Throughout our time together for a day, I started to look at him as a friend rather than an ex and I noticed a few things about him that I started to see a lot more than I would as a girlfriend. He has a new “relationship” and he looked happy and hopeful. He said they had a few things in common; no race preference, like the same food, military background (even though he had never enrolled). I just looked at him with concern but it was none of mine anymore. I just didn’t care, but as long as he was happy, I’m happy. He and I are still friends; good friends. No longer more, but not less. As we were leaving, he confessed he never mentioned to his S.O. that he was going to Myrtle Beach with me and that he didn’t have the heart to do it or to talk about it in fear of the results if he did. His loss of honesty, I guess. Now I started to look at him differently, but again, I didn’t care.
Throughout the drive back home, I had been thinking while he was on his phone like he had always been. I started to realize the small things he would do to avoid a conflict. I started to think of the small things he had done while he and I dated. Then I started to think maybe our breakup was for the best and all we could really be is friends. I got tired of thinking about it for a while and decided, this was our last trip together and to make it end on a better note. Everything we had been through together, gone. Everything we had talked about, over. Everything we had thought, done. I got my full closure. After that night, I wouldn’t talk to him as much as I wanted to. After that night, I would focus myself on Eric who needed me more than I needed him. It was over.