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"  I didn&amp;#039;t expect to hear from Peter for a few days, so I was surprised to wake up to a text from him this morning, asking if I wanted to come over later. We decided on eight, and he promised to make me &amp;quot;his lasagna.&amp;quot; I did not know Peter and lasagna-making were a thing, but I took it as a good sign. Who makes someone lasagna and then tells her he&amp;#039;s leaving her for his ex-wife who left him for his best friend? That would be insanity. The day dragged by, but I managed to write a few more pages of my book. Other than that, I was a complete waste of space and I could smell Bill&amp;#039;s annoyance. Finally, at 6:30 p.m., I shut down my computer, dashed home to freshen up and change, and made my way over to Peter&amp;#039;s. Right before I rang his doorbell, I felt my phone vibrate. Good luck, read the text from Ashley. I exhaled long and hard and pressed the button. When Peter opened the door, he was wearing a loose white button down, rolled up at the sleeves and untucked from a pair of old jeans. He looked cuter than the first day I met him, and it made me unbelievably sad. I didn&amp;#039;t realize how much I wanted this to work until that moment. &amp;quot;Hi, stranger,&amp;quot; he smiled.  &amp;quot;Hi,&amp;quot; I handed him the bottle of red he&amp;#039;d asked me to pick up. &amp;quot;Perfect,&amp;quot; Peter said, glancing at it. He held the door wider so I could walk inside.  He poured us two glasses while I took a seat at his counter. There were knives and tomatoes all over the place. For once in my life, I had zero appetite. So this is how Jennie Garth got so skinny\u2014relationship woes are way more effective than spin class. &amp;quot;I need to ask you about something,&amp;quot; I blurted out.  Peter nodded his head knowingly, like he knew what I was about to say. &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;There was a photo on Facebook. Of you and your ex-wife. The night of that birthday party or whatever.&amp;quot; Peter furrowed his brow. &amp;quot;How did you see that?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It popped up on Ashley&amp;#039;s newsfeed.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I was planning on talking to you about this tonight,&amp;quot; Peter set his glass of wine down on the table. &amp;quot;The birthday party I went to was for Elizabeth&amp;#039;s father, which is obviously why she was there too.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Okay.&amp;quot; This was not helping my anxiety. &amp;quot;Soooo\u2026.why didn&amp;#039;t you tell me that?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I should have, I&amp;#039;m sorry.&amp;quot; Peter said. &amp;quot;But I didn&amp;#039;t want to upset you unnecessarily. I mean, if there wasn&amp;#039;t a reason to, but\u2026now there is.&amp;quot; Peter looked down. &amp;quot;Please just spit it out, whatever it is. I can&amp;#039;t take this.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Alright, alright.&amp;quot; Peter took a deep breath. &amp;quot;When Elizabeth and I were together, her father always talked about starting his own hedge fund, and he promised I would be an integral part of it should that ever happen.&amp;quot; Peter came around the edge of the counter so that he was standing right in front of me. &amp;quot;And now he&amp;#039;s finally doing it, and he wants me to be involved. He wanted to discuss it at his birthday dinner last weekend, which is why I went and also why I couldn&amp;#039;t take you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Because\u2026why? Are you back together with Elizabeth? What about your friend, the one she left you for?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No, no,&amp;quot; Peter shook his head. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not getting back together with her. But the party was at their house and I couldn&amp;#039;t take my new girlfriend to their house.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But your wife could cheat on you with your best friend.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Listen, I know it sounds so messed up, and I wasn&amp;#039;t even sure if I could do this\u2014go into business with the father of my ex-wife, who yes, did a horrible thing.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But.&amp;quot; I prodded him. &amp;quot;But I wanted to hear him out. If it wasn&amp;#039;t a worthwhile opportunity, I wouldn&amp;#039;t take it, and that would have been it. No need to even mention it to you.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But,&amp;quot; I said again, forlornly. &amp;quot;But it is.&amp;quot; We stood there a moment, silent, looking at our feet. I noticed for the first time that Peter really needed to strip his floors. &amp;quot;So where does this leave us?&amp;quot; I asked finally. Peter stepped forward, nudging my legs open so he could slip inside them. He rested his hands on my waist. &amp;quot;I want this to work. So badly. But I would understand if this was too much for you to handle. Honestly though, Josie, it&amp;#039;s just business. Elizabeth has nothing to do with it.&amp;quot; I shrugged him off me. &amp;quot;Where is Elizabeth in all this anyway? Is she still with your friend?&amp;quot; Peter shook his head, &amp;quot;no.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Does she want you back? Is this her weird plan to get back together with you?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No!&amp;quot; Peter looked insulted. &amp;quot;Her father wants me to work with him because I&amp;#039;m good at what I do, Josie. Elizabeth is supportive because she knows this would be a big move for me, but we are not getting back together.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I have to think,&amp;quot; I said, standing. I was suddenly way too antsy to just sit there. &amp;quot;I can&amp;#039;t stay here. Did you really think you could tell me this and then we&amp;#039;d eat fucking lasagna and all would be right in the world?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I\u2026.&amp;quot; Peter shrugged his shoulders and looked around him, like he realized what a trite offer it was compared to what he was asking me to be okay with. &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know. I just hoped you would be okay with it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m not,&amp;quot; I said. &amp;quot;I need to go.&amp;quot; I grabbed my purse and made my way to the door. When Peter started to follow me, I turned around and held my hand up in a stop motion. &amp;quot;Please. I just need to think. I&amp;#039;ll\u2026call you later.&amp;quot; So, this. In an indie movie world, where divorced couples are still best friends, yeah, maybe this could work. But I&amp;#039;m not freaking Rashida Jones, and the idea of Peter being so entrenched in his ex-wife&amp;#039;s family makes me shudder. And sorry, not sure I&amp;#039;m really buying that Elizabeth is as much of a non-issue as he&amp;#039;s making her out to be. I know this is an amazing career opportunity and that we&amp;#039;ve only been seeing each other for a short amount of time, but, I just feel like such an afterthought\u2014Peter is going to make this move with or without my blessing, and it makes me question how important I am to him. I obviously need time to process this information before I figure out if I&amp;#039;m okay with it or not. In the meantime, what are your initial thoughts? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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