Eeyore

I remember at least once writing myself a note to say, never, on any account plan to spend your life with this person, and without question I know that was the best advice and one of the very good reasons we split up. However that is no way representative of how I experienced the relationship . We were frustrated, and trapped and wanted different lives but I think he was probably one of the best friends I have ever had.

I don’t mean best friend because he was always there to listen to my troubles, I mean best friend because we liked the same music, had the same interest in films, could look across a crowded room and have exactly the same opinion of the people or circumstances within. He was great with my family, easy to be with and in the month between decision to break up and actually moving out we had some of the best times.
I remember feeling as if a pressure had been lifted, I could be myself, enjoy the moment without worrying about the outcome. The sex was great, we went out together and neither of us drove, we were free and it felt good.

What brought us to a close was boredom, we had done all the things we wanted to do with a friend, been on holiday, socialised, done ‘couple’ things, had some fun but our world needed to progress, from my perspective I could only see house, marriage, baby, I wanted to progress but was that the only option? Eeyore wanted carefree freedom, to smoke, to get drunk, to live a lads' life, we just didn’t fit anymore.

I remember saying we needed either to get married or break up. Six months later he said he was moving out. I cried, I cried because I associated so many good times with him, parties that made me feel alive, new activities that made me feel independent from my parents, we had been together during a period when I felt I was growing into me.

We had a minor relapse after the main break up, for the sake of sex and comfort . Many years later we met up, went for a drink and went home together, we listened to new music and felt the same meeting of opinions, we sat and cuddled on the sofa, fitting the way we always did, no less, no more,just the way we had been