The right decision

This evening I realised that I have absolutely definitely made the right decision breaking up with Ex.

I think at first I was romanticising our relationship – he was very good about the unmentionable event. But now we’ve been officially broken up over a week and I’ve been around his more, I’ve remembered why I was so unhappy.

Because of the evil snow and the incompetent City of Edinburgh Council (who completely failed to clear any snow from my street) my car is buggered. Ex took it to VW to see what was wrong with it and it needs a new catalytic converter which is going to cost the best part of £700. Ex has a friend who can do it on the sly for about £300, but I don’t know when it could get done and the part wouldn’t be a VW part. So Ex spoke to VW and they said they could probably do it for £450, so I think that’s the better option but Ex did the deal so he’ll have to take it in (plus, I’m working all week). He said he would sort it out.

During that same conversation I also asked him to call the letting agent about the heating (which isn’t working) and to call the cat sitter (because he’s meant to be looking after them at Christmas, but has to go to work instead) but he said that he didn’t have time to do either.  What have you been doing? I asked. He said he had been busy, but I know he’s been playing computer games all day.

So, despite his sadness that we’re over, and his kind understanding of why I had to break up with him, he is still the same old bull-sh*tting slacker he always was. And, if I hadn’t already broken up with him, right now I’d be sat wondering why we were together.