He said it first. The Hunter called me yesterday and said we needed to talk. I agreed. He doesn’t want to move when the time comes. We agreed our relationship has run its course, but we don’t want to be angry or bitter. We still care about each other.
He asked that we hold all of this for a face-to-face conversation, but he’s relieved that we are both approaching this like adults. Me too.
We had a brief chat before I had to head out to some appointments. He had two concerns:
- Was there someone else in my life? Of course the answer is an emphatic No.
- He needs time to get his shit together so he can figure out his living situation. We talked about the timing and he was relieved that he had almost six months.
It was a low-key, friendly conversation. I had to leave because I had a busy afternoon out and about, so I got home late. We didn’t have much of a chance to talk last night.
This morning we fucked and went to breakfast. Funny, right? OK, OK, I know the sex is suppose to stop after a relationship is ending, but right now he’s not using it to keep me around. He just wants to fuck. Afterwards he sighed and said, “How can we get along so well but don’t want to be together?” We both chuckled. We both agreed that living apart would be best and that we would see where things would go with the relationship, but our friendship would continue.
When we first moved in together, we had agreed that we were adults and we would live together until we didn’t want to. That time has come. Now it will be interesting to see how things morph and shift during the next six months. Will he be able to stand on his own two feet? I hope so, because I will be withdrawing my safety net during this time.
This is just one more piece of my life that is getting sorted out as it should. It’s a no stress, low drama ending to a relationship that has run its course. My stars are aligning. This is my time. My second chance — now let me take full advantage of it and not blow it!