How I got over my Ex

How I ended it

I managed to avoid Chris for an entire day. It turned out to be much harder than I'd expected. At the time I only saw the benefits of living in the same dorm building, now the cracks were slowly showing. Jane had confiscated my phone because I was going insane. I always wanted to answer the phone when it rung but Jane insisted that my next talk with Chris should be face to face.

"How's miss sunshine doing today?" Jane asked as she walked through the door. She'd always call me 'miss sunshine' but since yesterday it didn't really seem applicable.

"I miss my phone." I pouted. Last night I changed into my pajamas and nothing had changed until then. Jane noticed the box of tissues next to me and grabbed them aggressively.

"You're not allowed to mourn your relationship yet." She reprimanded. She got rid of her jacket and her big rose tattoo on her upper arm revealed itself.

"Why not?" I gasped.

"Because you're technically still in a relationship. Or has any thing changed since I left you this morning?" She planted her hand in her hip and waited for the answer she already knew.

Like a defeated puppy -or hamster- I shook my head, refusing to make eyecontact with my roommate. "I don't do confrontations." I confessed.

"What do you mean? You guys have had fights before, right?" Jane asked incredulously.

Again, I shook my head and looked up at Jane when I heard a frustrating groan escape from her lips. "That's so unnatural. I mean, it's... ugh. Really?" She rambled.

"We have discussions but usually we're on the same page." I explained to her.

"That must be so boring. You gotta have banter and arguments and then you work out your frustration in the bedroom. That's the best part." Jane said. She walked over to me and took a seat opposite me. She rubbed her eyes as if she was exhausted and smudged her makeup in the process. If she knew, it didn't seem to bother her.

"Obviously you can't pull the 'it's not you, it's me' excuse. How long have you guys been dating?" She asked eventually.

"Three years. A little longer than three, actually." I couldn't believe that he'd just throw three years away because of a few minutes of pleasure with another girl. It seemed so easy for him to throw it all away like that. I swallowed a lump in my throat. My emotions were trying to take the upperhand again.

"Just tell him what you saw and clearly state that it's over. Then you get the fuck out of the situation." Jane suggested while carefully eyeing my reaction.

"I-" I couldn't even finish my sentence, how was I supposed to tell the love of my life what I saw?

"Do you wanna practice with me first?" Jane opted when sensing my hesitation

"Maybe I should just text him." Yes, I could cope with texting. Texting was safe. No visible sweaty palms and no verbal diarrhea.

"You coward." She gasped.

"It's not just that..." I sighed. "I don't wanna hurt him."

When I refused to make eye contact with the person opposite me I noticed a shadow looming over me. "You what?! If I were you, I would've kicked his ass so hard he'd taste my foot in his mouth."

I scrunched my nose in disgust at Jane's colorful choice of words. I pushed the images away from my mind and cursed my vivid imagination.

"Then do it for yourself." Jane said with a much softer voice. I finally looked up at her to see her looking back with a tender expression. The softer side of her I didn't know existed 'til yesterday.