Posted by asifahammadraju , Fri Sep 14, 2012 10:36 PM
“You better not be engaged,” Ashley said when I opened the door for her.
“Gross,” I led her into the family room. Once she’d plopped down on the couch, I said, “But Peter is now officially mah boyfriend.”
“He wasn’t before?”
“Shut it. What do you want on the pizza?”
After we ordered, Ashley poured us some wine and said, “Well, I have news too. And you're not going to like it.”
“Spit it out.”
“Jen got back together with Andrew.”
“Nooooooo!” I took a sip of my wine. “How could she?”
“Come on, are you really surprised?” Ashley snorted.
“I mean, a little, yeah. I know she was having a rough time with it, but it seemed like this was for real. What happened?”
“After she broke down at your party, I put her in a cab and sent her home. The next day, she called me and asked if I could meet for lunch.”
“Apparently she never went home. She went to Andrew’s place, where they had a heart-to-heart, he begged for her forgiveness, and he told her he would do anything to make it up to her.”
“So the wedding is back on?”
“Well, here’s the thing, it’s not. They are ‘taking it slow.’ And because I didn't give her a medal when she told me that, I think she’s annoyed with me.”
“What did you say?” I asked.
“Just that I hoped she knew what she was doing.” I nodded my approval.
“I know it sounds harsh,” I said as I sat down next to Ashley, “But I have zero respect for her right now.”
“It’s not harsh at all, I feel the same way.” Ashley flipped the TV on. “Just a heads up though, she’s probably going to want to go to dinner with you or something to ‘break the news’ to you.”
“Can’t wait.” I rolled my eyes.
Later that evening, after Ashley had left, I did something that I’ve been putting off for the last few months. I dug under my bed, and found the shoebox where I kept mementos of my relationship with Eric (don’t judge me, I know it’s lame). There were birthday cards from him, menus from restaurants we’d eaten at on vacation, and a few pictures of the two of us, looking insanely young and happy. I thought I would be more emotional as I did it, but I felt almost nothing as closed the box, walked out into the hallway, and chucked the whole thing down the garbage shoot. Then I texted Peter, “Just unpacked, not wearing any underwear. Come over now.”