You know what he'll order off a menu, and he knows what you like to drink. But now, your relationship is coming to an end, and you have to have the dreaded breakup conversation (insert eye roll here). Maybe you've lived together or shared holidays; maybe you've traveled together, or you've got a routine down.Getting to know each other's families, psychoses and idiosyncrasies. Friends don't know how insane I can be after one too many gin and tonics (well, maybe that's not true). I want to text you when I see something that reminds me of you.I want you to know what happens to me throughout the day. You knew it wasn't totally working, but this sucks. He tells you why he doesn't want to be with you anymore, and you agree on some level.Keeping your thoughts limited to this tightly knit circle will also prevent you from blabbering your opinion about the new couple to everyone.Don't overcompensate with fake happiness: You don't have to pretend to like what's happening, so don't overdo it with sappy sweet congrats and good wishes ... If you get caught in a confrontation, just smile, have a pre-planned friendly sentence or two to recite, keep it short and sweet, and move on.
They can keep you posted on what they see and hear about this new relationship, as it's never fun to be the last to know.
At the end of it all, you know you're breaking up, but he insists he “still wants to be friends.”Friends, huh? Like one of those friends you play videos games with and draft your fantasy football team with? The kind of friends you only see at weddings or the ones you hang with on the reg? I liked having you on the other end of any call I made when something happened to me.
We're “friends” who just spent the last few months — or years — dating and really getting to know each other. My friends haven't seen me truly vulnerable and totally naked. Friends don't know what positions I like or how I oddly hate morning sex. You still want me in your life but in a drastically different way. You were there for the good, the bad and hopefully not too much of the ugly.
Most importantly, I don't want those inside jokes and private moments we shared to fade. We knew what each other liked and didn't like, which positions worked and which ones we could've worked on.
Not that friends can't call each other, but you won't answer me like you used to. Ugh, I dread having to go through that period of learning someone sexually again. The thought of you having sex with someone else makes me nauseous.