So, the ex came over to pick up any stuff left behind.
A vicious knock on the door. I open it.
This is the exhilarating conversation we had.
I say, rather limply, leaving the door wide open.
This person is wearing super-fucking-trendy style large sunglasses. Much like one of those mustachioed Mumbai cops.
I’m not sure if they say ‘hi’ or even ‘hello’. Maybe they just grunted.
I’m detecting a huge amount of hostility. Why, you might ask?
Who the fuck knows?? I wasn’t even the one who did the breaking up.
I hand over a bag of assorted things, gingerly holding it as if it were the a back-end of a viper. (There are three bags that need handing over)
“I can pick them up myself, you know”
I reply, somewhat surprised at the expression of the afore-mentioned hostility.
I decide I should probably shut the door.
The super-fucking-cool-and-trendy sunglass come off with a level of drama and a sigh that even a A-list celebrity would have been proud of.
“Can I leave this here”
and places an empty bottle of unknown origin on the counter.
I say “sure” about 30 seconds after the action was completed.
I’m beginning to feel somewhat redundant in this scenario and much more importantly, I really want some tea.
“I need to use your loo.”
A firm statement
“Is that ok?”
I wouldn’t have dared to say no even if it wasn’t.
I wander pointlessly around my living room, thinking about my tea.
The person comes down, picks up their bags and heads for the door. I didn’t dare pick them up this time.
I say, as they step out on the welcome mat.
The super-fucking-cool sunglasses come back on again but before they do, I get a brief glimpse of a pair of rolling eyes just as I close the door.
I finally go and make some tea.