“We could be in an open relationship or we could be friends,” I said. We were standing in a stone circle where people could sit when it was nice outside. It didn’t seem like the kind of thing to sit for though. We could break up and then go back inside the student center to see our friends. “Let’s just be friends, I guess.” Matt didn’t look pleased to say the words, but ‘open relationship’ probably sounded worse in his head. I had messed up, but he didn’t need to know that if we were going to break up anyway. The next few weeks were tough. Trying to be “friends” was just weird, but we had the same friend group and I still liked him as a person. Why not be friends? He didn’t know what I did and he didn’t need to, we’ll both move on in time. It was my freshman year of college and we only dated for a month anyway.
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We were at our friend’s house party on the day before Thanksgiving (our friend named the party Dranksgiving on the facebook invite page). We seemed to be getting along at the beginning of the party and I offered up the drinks. Fast forward an hour and things were getting pretty heated on the couch between Matt and me. Keep the progression of time going and you would find me drinking whatever was in front of me. I got cut off for something Matt did; I was pretty annoyed with that so I kept drinking anyway. I got weirdly personal with my friend Andrew, since I was a mess and I thought he was
We were at our friend’s house party on the day before Thanksgiving (our friend named the party Dranksgiving on the facebook invite page). We seemed to be getting along at the beginning of the party and I offered up the drinks. Fast forward an hour and things were getting pretty heated on the couch between Matt and me. Keep the progression of time going and you would find me drinking whatever was in front of me. I got cut off for something Matt did; I was pretty annoyed with that so I kept drinking anyway. I got weirdly personal with my friend Andrew, since I was a mess and I thought he was