I’ve been steering clear of all the Nico drama for the past three weeks. He’s been going through the stages of break-up grief, which for him have been:
-Silence
-“I’m right, but I’m sorry”
-“I love you, Demi”
-“I’ll do everything you want me to just to get you back”
-Silence
-“Let’s be BFFs”
-“I love you”
-Pissiness
-“Let’s be BFFs”
-Jealousy
-Pissiness
-Complete denial: “To me we were never apart”
-Waiting for me to change my mind: “I’ll be patient”
-Jealousy
-Silence
I’m sure I missed a stage or two, but I really haven’t been keeping track. He texts me, I delete the texts (after I read them because curiosity is my tragic flaw). I deleted his number out of my phone, so once I delete the texts I have no way to text back. I just want to protect myself from being sucked in. Because, inevitably, three hours later I’m thinking about how much his last message annoyed me and I want to text him back and challenge whatever it was he had to say. All that would do is draw me back in to the drama. And I’m not wanting to go back there.
All and all, I’ve been pretty pleased with how I’ve been dealing with it.
But curiosity is my tragic flaw . . .
Nicole’s email was there in my inbox. For three weeks I didn’t bother to open it. This seems like awesome progress for a girl whose curiosity always gets her into trouble. But there it was, sitting there, sitting there.
I finally got to the point where I felt detached enough from the emotions of it all that I could finally open it.
And, of course, she pissed me off.
It was just four sentences or so, but enough to bother me. She said she clearly didn’t wear the clothes often, so bring them back whenever you are in Metropolis. We could definitely get together for a beer, just let me know next time you are in Metropolis. Then the signature:
“Take care, Niko”
Not the slightest acknowledgement of me calling her out on her strange attachment to my (then) boyfriend. Not the slightest idea that I work in Metropolis and am there ALL the time (guess Nico didn’t share that detail, which is problematic). But, the closing, ugh.
The “take care” struck me all wrong; I’m not sure why. There was just something about her wishing me well that struck me wrong. Worse, though, was the name she signed it with. The familiarity of signing a message with a nickname, when we are anything but friends. And not just any nickname–she signed it with Nico’s name, with just one letter difference. As if she was subtly telling me that she was still oh so tied to him that she cutely nicknames herself with his name.
I feel like I got to a place of resolution with Nico. I did everything I needed to do in order to stay true to my feelings and perceptions, and I said everything I needed to say to him.
But I don’t feel like I’ve had that same resolution with Nicole. I mean Niko. I never got to sit down with her and say, “Bitch, get your shows the fuck of my boyfriend’s DVR. Get all your shit out of his house and give back the garage door opener. Get over your dysfunctional, co-dependent attachment to somebody else’s man, you stupid whore.”
I want the chance for that resolution. I want the chance to slap her face and then walk away, knowing I’ve stayed true to my feelings and perceptions, knowing that I’ve said everything to her that I need to say.
The thing is, though, that the context has changed. Nico’s not my boyfriend anymore. There’s no point in setting his needy ex in her place.
So I’ll stay in this unresolved place, I suppose, silently wishing that maybe someday fate would bring us to the same dark alley.