Is it weird that I still cut my ex’s hair for him every couple of weeks? Yeah, I guess I knew it was, too. But we have this thing. I don’t fully know how to describe it.
Some would say one or both of us isn’t moving on. They’d be at least half right. I’ve no illusions of us getting back together or falling back in love and getting married. Honestly, I only have disillusions about how far our relationship could go. The thought of being together, as like, a couple? Ew. So not going to happen.
But to tell the truth, most people who’ve hung out with us don’t notice this “ex” or “broken up” label. We’ve always been friends. We’ve always been really close friends. Except for when we were really close enemies and hated each other and attempted bodily and psychological harm. We continue to be all of those things.
There’s unspoken things between us, yet nothing is off boundaries, you know? We choose not to air out those silent fine washables for concern of the other’s comfort. And I guess that’s what I’m trying to say about us, Isobel’s parents. We’re really comfortable, except for when we’re not.
Get it?
