Resist Me Not

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I was glad Ryan was still in Connecticut for the rest of the week. After hearing everything Adam had said, I knew if I saw him before I could process it, that there would be a shit-show. I probably would have gotten fired for things I wanted to say to him.

It was Saturday now, and the first full weekend where I didn't have work to do. I also realized that it had been practically a whole week since I'd talked to Eric. Minus the day I went to see him at his office.

Sasha wanted to know if she should reach out to him for me. Especially if he planned to end us and call off the wedding. I told her it was probably better if Becca went instead. Seeing as they had the better friendship of the two.

Becca was reluctant about getting involved at first, but as always, Sasha worked her magic on her wife, and Becca called him. I was jealous when I heard her talking and even laughing with him. Wishing it was me he was talking and laughing with instead.

He agreed to meet her for drinks later that night. As long as she came alone. He didn't want Sasha or me there. Sasha pretended to be offended, but then followed up with placing her hands together and thanking God she didn't have to go. She figured she'd make matters worse anyway by trying to defend me.

While Becca was gone, Sasha and I spent the evening eating popcorn and binge-watching the latest season of 'The Bachelorette.' At first, it made me uncomfortable as it felt almost too close to home in my real life. Then Sasha found a way to make it entertaining.

"I think everyone should have relationships like this!" She pointed at the screen as the bachelorette left one date to go on the next. "I mean, why can't we all have multiple intense romances with multiple partners at the same time? And they all know about it without throwing a hissy-fit. It would make everyone's love life with their final partner that much stronger."

I grabbed a handful of kernels from the bowl that sat between Sasha and me. "Yeah. But I wonder how many of them regret their final decision? I mean, do they go for the attractive, reliable one who their parents adore? Or do they go for the sexy one that makes their mind dizzy from living in the moment and hope they'll be there to catch them when they fall?"

"Too bad there isn't someone in between the two. Someone sexy, yet reliable, but still makes you dizzy from also living in the moment." Sasha crunched down on an unpopped kernel.

"If only," I sighed.

We fell into a silence as we watched the scene cut to where the bachelorette was handing out roses to four out of the five men that stood before her. I paid particular attention to what the departing bachelor had to say when he didn't get picked. "I don't know where I went wrong. I did all the right things..." he sits there staring at the camera but looking lost in his mind. "It just sucks that I gave her my heart and let her stomp all over it. I don't know if I'll ever get over this."

I started crying at his words. Sasha moved the bowl of popcorn to the other side of her and scooted closer to wrap an arm around me. Letting me cry while still paying attention to the show. I loved that she just let me cry and that she didn't try to console me. Another reason why I asked her to be my matron-of-honor.

I pulled back with attention, as Sasha and I heard the front door unlock, and watched Becca step in. I was eager to hear how her night with Eric went and what the report was but tried to play it cool.

The first thing she saw was the show we were watching. "I am so glad I don't have to watch this with you, babe."

She greeted Sasha with a quick peck on the lips, then reached her hand down and took a piece of popcorn from the bowl.