My Replacement Husband

My Replacement Husband (16) Reality

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            "SO THEN WHAT HAPPENED?"

Yoona looked expectantly at me as she sipped her chai latte.

After the whole Evan-Ethan debacle, my mind was scattered. Usually, I would have gone home, cried into a throw pillow, and ignored the problem. Even if it gnawed at me, I wouldn't have talked about it. There wasn't a point in sharing how you felt with other people: they either just shot down your feelings or ignored what you said. It was hard for me to believe, even after nearly eight years of leaving home I was still slowly coming to grips with the idea that what I said mattered.

After last night, however, I decided that I had blamed my upbringing enough. As hard as I was trying to change, I couldn't do it without other people. It wouldn't be easy. I had a few unanswered questions for Yoona too, but I knew two things: she loved me and she cared about me. That was enough for me to call her to meet the next day before work at a breakfast cafe nearby.

"I'm an idiot," I told her blatantly. "I hurt Ethan so much. Why did I do that? I don't even know how everything got so messy, Yoona. One minute I'm in a happy relationship, and the next I'm an emotional wreck with so much baggage they'd charge me carry-on fees."

Yoona smiled at the last bit I said. "Hey, don't call my best friend an idiot. I had no idea you were going through all this turmoil, Julie. I knew you were upset over the break up but you told me..."

"I know. I said I was fine." I bit into the biscotti I ordered. "I thought it was okay. I wanted to believe that if I said it was okay then it would be. Think it to life, you know?"

She shook her head. "No, Julie. It's okay to be sad. You loved Ethan, despite whatever conspiracy theory he has about you trying to get back together with Evan after years of you two breaking up. For a doctor, he's pretty illogical, but hey, love makes us all a little crazy."

"I don't know what to do," I whispered. "Am I wrong for ending our relationship? We were good together, Yoona. You saw us together."

She went silent for a brief moment.

"What is it? Am I missing something here?" I asked, my fingers balling up the end of my sleeves. "Ethan's a good guy, isn't he?"

"Of course," she quickly said. "Ethan is a good guy. That's not the issue. I didn't want to say anything because well I know you can overthink yourself to death."

True.

"I just feel like it's ironic how he's acting like you don't know what you want, but he puts all this pressure on you to chose where he'll work and live for the next few years." She paused again after gauging my confused expression. "It's not about including you in the decision. I'm 100% for you getting to voice how you feel, and you guys are seriously dating but you don't want to feel like if things go south it's all on you. I get that. It's a lot to put on one person."

"I didn't have to break up with him over it though," I responded.

"It wasn't just that," she retorted. "It's never just one thing."

I wasn't sure what else there could have been. After two years together, we had always gotten along well. Ethan was for the most part honest, loving, kind, and extremely considerate.

"I bet you're making a list of how great Ethan is in your mind," she said, breaking me of my train of thought. "I love that about you, Julie. When you love someone: family, friend, or boyfriend, you try to look at them in the best way and even if they hurt you at the end of the day you still want to to be happy."