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I had to kick someone out of my house on Christmas morning. It was horrible.
Background: An ex boyfriend and I have been hanging out and going to restaurants--as friends now. Yesterday he started calling me his "platonic girlfriend," which I corrected, "No, I'm your friend."
A few weeks ago he assembled my computer. It went a lot later than we thought, and it was 4am by the time it was done. I was so grateful for his help--plus I'd never make anyone drive home at that late an hour--that inappropriate or not, I offered him the bed and said I'd sleep on the couch. He declined, given I had to leave at 10am and he didn't to be up at that hour.
Flash forward to Christmas eve.
He'd bemoaned the fact that he had no family or plans for Christmas, so I offered to have him over Christmas eve for movies, junk food, Christmas music, and crafts (I'd teach him how to knit a kitten). Now this year I had ten million craft projects going: knitted toys, sculpture butterflies, and some baking I planned to do. (Never got to that last item.)
( I'm sure you all have had tougher Christmas guests... )
So it all worked out ... with my family. I still have the headache that started sometime Christmas morning.
And I've decided that it's thoroughly over between me and my ex. Which is a shame, because he has a milestone birthday coming up in a week (the big 3-oh) and is sure to be depressed about it.
Sigh.
Background: An ex boyfriend and I have been hanging out and going to restaurants--as friends now. Yesterday he started calling me his "platonic girlfriend," which I corrected, "No, I'm your friend."
A few weeks ago he assembled my computer. It went a lot later than we thought, and it was 4am by the time it was done. I was so grateful for his help--plus I'd never make anyone drive home at that late an hour--that inappropriate or not, I offered him the bed and said I'd sleep on the couch. He declined, given I had to leave at 10am and he didn't to be up at that hour.
Flash forward to Christmas eve.
He'd bemoaned the fact that he had no family or plans for Christmas, so I offered to have him over Christmas eve for movies, junk food, Christmas music, and crafts (I'd teach him how to knit a kitten). Now this year I had ten million craft projects going: knitted toys, sculpture butterflies, and some baking I planned to do. (Never got to that last item.)
( I'm sure you all have had tougher Christmas guests... )
So it all worked out ... with my family. I still have the headache that started sometime Christmas morning.
And I've decided that it's thoroughly over between me and my ex. Which is a shame, because he has a milestone birthday coming up in a week (the big 3-oh) and is sure to be depressed about it.
Sigh.