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" When I showed up at Ben&amp;#039;s, I didn&amp;#039;t bother to ring the bell \u2013 I just let myself in. He was sitting at the kitchen table, on his laptop. He didn&amp;#039;t look up or acknowledge me in any way. I sat across from him, folded my arms across the front of me on the table, and stared at him. Eventually, he looked up. &amp;quot;I guess you didn&amp;#039;t get the hint that I don&amp;#039;t want to talk to you right now,&amp;quot; he said, meeting my gaze. &amp;quot;Oh, I got the hint, believe me. But I deserve a chance to explain myself.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;How about I explain myself?&amp;quot; he asked, raising his voice. &amp;quot;I call my girlfriend at one in the morning to apologize for being a total jackass and try to explain what I&amp;#039;ve been going through, and the guy who she likes to jump into bed with when she has problems with her relationships answers the phone. How am I supposed to not have a problem with that?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;First of all,&amp;quot; I shot back. &amp;quot;It was a problem with one relationship. Singular. And I think I was pretty clear when I told you that it was a mistake that I would never repeat. And second of all, don&amp;#039;t get all judgy on me. I don&amp;#039;t have to justify decisions I made before I even met you. Derrick is friends with Brad. I live with Brad, which means I will, on occasion, see Derrick. It&amp;#039;s unavoidable. And you know what? If you hadn&amp;#039;t been such a jackass, I wouldn&amp;#039;t have been up all night playing Wii with the two of them. I would have been here with you, which is where I wanted to be.&amp;quot; He stared at the table, and didn&amp;#039;t respond. &amp;quot;Do you honestly think that just because we were fighting, I jumped into bed with Derrick? Really?&amp;quot; He shook his head. &amp;quot;Then why are we even having this discussion?&amp;quot; He hesitated before answering. &amp;quot;This isn&amp;#039;t working, K.&amp;quot; I felt like he&amp;#039;d punched me in the stomach. &amp;quot;What do you mean? It was working just fine!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Not for me.&amp;quot; It was my turn to stare dumbly at the table without saying anything. I couldn&amp;#039;t believe what I was hearing. &amp;quot;K., since the accident, you being here has been the only thing keeping me from completely losing my mind. And when you went to New Orleans, I didn&amp;#039;t have anyone to hold it together for. So I didn&amp;#039;t. And then I resented you for not being here.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;But I&amp;#039;m here now,&amp;quot; I said, hating the pleading tone in my voice. &amp;quot;I know, but you being here can&amp;#039;t be the only thing keeping me from self-destructing.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So what are you telling me, Ben? Are you breaking up with me?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t want to,&amp;quot; he said sadly. &amp;quot;But I need time. What if we took a break, but didn&amp;#039;t break up?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No. I can appreciate that you&amp;#039;re going through a rough patch. But you know what? We&amp;#039;re both going to have rough patches. And our relationship isn&amp;#039;t a job. You don&amp;#039;t get to take a two-week vacation when you get burned out. Either we&amp;#039;re breaking up, or we&amp;#039;re not.&amp;quot; Ben&amp;#039;s silence spoke volumes. I felt my eyes filling up with tears, and I couldn&amp;#039;t say another word, and couldn&amp;#039;t look at him for another second. So I left, and when I got home, I bought a plane ticket to Florida for Thanksgiving. And then I locked myself in my room for the rest of the night. And I&amp;#039;m still here. Posted at 8:02 AM "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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