A Little Variety

Friday (Late).

We decide to grab a half a case of wine, which yes, I know it's a lot, but we know it's going to be a long weekend in.

I couldn't be happier that I am going to be spending it with Trixie, and I decide on my own to ignore my phone for the weekend. Matt had still been spamming my phone, and I just couldn't take it anymore. I knew that if I saw him pleading and apologizing, while I was heavily intoxicated, it wouldn't take much for the loneliness to creep in and I would take him back

I also didn't want Trixie finding out about the guy. But, since he was more reasonable, I send him a quick message letting him know that I would be otherwise occupied for the weekend. I felt that he always went out of his way to tell me when he wouldn't be able to message me back, so the least I could do was show him the same courtesy.

We get to my apartment and Trixie drops her bag on the floor. I had moved the coffee table to the side of my couch, so that way we had a big open space in front of the television. I had set up a bunch of random throw blankets and pillows in the empty spot, as I assumed we'd be spending the majority of the weekend in our there.

It was something that Trixie and I had done since we were younger. Not quite building a blanket fort per se, but a cuddly, cozy, blanket nest.

While I change into my comfortable clothes, Trixie pours us some wine into spill-proof plastic wine cups she had brought along with her.

We put on some trash TV in the background, so there isn't quite silence, but we also don't have to pay attention, and then Trixie immediately starts to grill me; in a kind way.

"So, now that we're here, wine in hand, spill."
I groan, but inside I am happy she is here. This was exactly what I needed for this weekend. I needed to get all this stuff off my chest and I knew that I could really only do this with my best friend.

"Okay," I said with a big sigh. "Here goes."

I ramble on to Trixie about the entire Con thing with Matt, and how he sent me pictures, and there was the other girl, and how I questioned him about it, and that he wasn't very forthcoming, and that the whole breakup seemed to be something that was in the works, but I hadn't totally been sure about doing it, until I felt all the jealousy that I did, and finally acted on it.

It's a big rush of words, and I am semi worried that I had mentioned the other guy, but even if I had, Trixie doesn't seem to notice.

It's her turn to let out a big sigh, "Man, that is a lot. So, who is that girl?" she asks, her curiosity peaked.
"Matt says she's just a friend of theirs that likes to costume with them, but I just don't know why he never brought her up. Like, I know about all his other friends that he spends time with, but not her...," I let the sentence hang loosely.

Trixie nods, "So do you think he cheated on you?"
"I have no idea," I say shrugging. "But, either way, I know that I was jealous of her, and it was building into much more tension than we've ever had, and I don't know Trix. I miss him so much, but I was just tired of hurting."
'And the other guy doesn't hurt me,' I want to add, but obviously don't.

She pulls me into a hug, and I feel tears coming, but I choke them back. I don't want to cry about Matt anymore.

We talk a lot more about everything that happened, and although it's hard, and I feel incredibly vulnerable, I also start feeling a bit lighter. I feel like a balloon with incredible pressure building inside that gets pricked with a needle, so it can slowly release its air until it gets to a much more comfortable level instead of bursting open.

We have already finished a bottle of wine by this point, so Trixie goes to the kitchen to fill our glasses up with a second bottle.

I take a peek at my phone, and groan. I must have thought I groaned to myself, but I see Trixie looking at me when she gets back to the nest.

"What's up buttercup?" she asks in a sing-songy voice. I can tell that Trixie is a little tipsy, and I can't lie, I am a little tipsy too.

I throw her my phone because I don't want to be tempted into responding.

She knows the code for my phone, so she types it in and then opens up my messages app.

"Jeez," I hear her say as she sucks her breath in. "Matt's sent you like 37 messages."
"What?" I say exasperated.

That's 37 messages since just before dinner. I think back to when we were dating. It was like pulling teeth to have him message me back. I feel very dizzy and confused from this newfound attention.

Trixie's face screws up in a twisted grin. She looks up at me.

"What?" I ask, confused at her facial expression.
"Who's this?" she asks as she smirks and pushes my phone towards my face.

My heart starts thumping loudly in my chest, and it's like I can hear my heartbeat in my ears.