She Said: He Said

by Taylor, Kerry

  Can’t tell!

  Anyway, I was looking at her, dying to know her side of the story. I mean there are always two sides, but I would have loved to know what she said about the whole situation and if it was as clear-cut for her as it was for him. Who knows?

  We never get to know the ex, they just become our rival, or the one that got away. Men are bitter when it comes to their exes, 10 years later, they come back to them expecting them to be sitting waiting to put up with their nonsense once again or think it is the womans fault for the end of the relationship. They never seem to take responsibility for the break-up!

  I made attempts to go to the toilet hoping to catch a glimpse of her. I saw her sitting, and snogging a girl. So I decided I could not disturb her. Then I went back from the toilet and reunited with him. ‘I can see you made Angela gay, she is on the couch snogging some girl,’ I said laughing and teasing him. He replied, ‘She is bisexual — and no, I did not make her gay. Enjoyed too many threesomes and so did she, she suggested another bloke once but I was not down for that. Draw the line at such things.’

  Before I could even reply, Justin left.. I thought that was strange. Next thing I saw, whilst looking for Angela again, was her on the sofa kissing some guy.

  Wow, this girl did like to get around.

  Furthermore they were practically having sex on the sofa.

  Someone shouted go get a room. I saw him grab her and I think they were on their way to do just that.

  Where is Justin? I kept asking myself.

  Thirty minutes later I saw him. Spotted him talking in a corner to Michael. I went up and gave him a kiss and said, ‘Lets go home.’ It was strange, because for some reason he smelt of sex. I know that smell on him too well. He spends most of that time with the scent that I do not recall his natural scent.

  Justin and I went home and had our first official fight. ‘I cannot take this anymore, I want us to be more than roommates it has been nearly 3 years.

  We have lived together for nearly 3 and that was never the plan just to be roommates forever.’ In his defense, he claims he is too tired drunk and horny for having this discussion. Then, he went to the bedroom and passed out on the bed.

  They went for a weekend in Ireland for the stag do for Michael , all organised by Justin. He was so proud of his organisational skills. I was not sure what made him prouder, his organisational skills, or the whole idea of a week of me not nagging him into marriage. I think now it was the latter.

  Things had severely changed between us. He seemed to spend a lot of nights out. Always, coming back smelling of sex. I was beginning to get more suspicious that he was spending time with his ex. When I confronted him, he would simply say, ‘You are paranoid.

  We have sex before I go out, so obviously you are smelling yourself!’

  Partially true, maybe I smelt myself.

  Because I did not know my own scent, at times it made perfect sense, and other times it sounded damn right stupid.

  ‘What do you want? Are you looking to marry him because you live with him or simply because he is the love of your life and you are wanting full commitment from him?’ Michelle asked on our weekly girls night out. I said, ‘I want full commitment from him because I love him, and I thought that was the reason we moved in together: to go to the next stage. I have never loved someone the way I love him.’

  ‘Really!’ all the girls claimed at the same time. ‘We remember us having this same conversation when you were talking about marrying Kevin.’ ‘Kevin, was different, and in the end, we were only together for the sake of it,’ I claimed.

  ‘Go tell poor Kevin that!’ shouted Michelle. ‘The man cried for weeks when you left. We all know that, because he called all of us to get you to change your mind.’ Tracey said, ‘ One day, he was at my work place on his knees; it was the most embarrassing thing in the world. I opened the office door because I was told he was outside my office, and there he was on his knees, begging me to talk to you. Everyone in the office thought he was proposing to me, and was telling me to go say yes!’

  ‘None of you told me this!’ I said. ‘I never knew.’ ‘How could we have told you this? You would have felt guilty.

  You are our friend. But we felt for Kevin. You dumped him cold and hard.

  What did you do? You bought a flat, never told him. Waited till he went to work, packed all your things, then sent him an email saying I do not live at that address anymore!’

  ‘We did not agree with your method or what you did, but we are your best and closest friends. So we just listened to the story, and were disgusted. But what could we say. The deed had already been done and that was the end of that!’

  On that note, I did not feel like going out.

  I went back to the flat, and cried myself to sleep. I really was my own worse enemy.

  Next thing on the agenda was Michael’s wedding. Justin looked good; everyone said he would make a goodlooking groom. His reply, ‘Goodlooking groom, but not a good-looking husband!’

  Everyone laughed every time he said it, but not me. As the wedding progressed, I kept looking at him, to see if there was a glimpse of yearning to be in that same spot. He just looked like the proud best man and he was still suffering from coming back from Ireland. Strangely enough, while everyone seemed to be OK when they came back, he looked worse than the groom did. I did ask what he got up to, and his reply was always the same ‘What happened in Ireland stays in Ireland! There is no need for you to worry your pretty head about what could or has occurred in Ireland.’

  This meant only one thing. He had cheated, and he did not want to admit it.

  It dawned on me it was not the first time.

  My mind cast back to the club. His ex on the sofa and the fact that she was snogging a guy who had a shirt exactly the same as his. And he was gone for what felt like thirty minutes, but I never checked my watch to find out exactly the length of time he was actually gone.

  Furthermore, I could not even know what the difference was between ten minutes and thirty minutes.

  Then, came the reception. Everyone was happy and laughing and proud of the groom and bride. Until it came to speeches. By that time, I was severely drunk and did not give a damn, the result being I let it all out when it came to the speeches, and I did not give a flying shit about it:

  I am a friend of the groom, through the best man. I have known the best man, Justin four years now, but I have known the . Four years, I have been fucking the piece of shit, and I am sick and tired of it.

  I am glad that Colleen has ended up with a good man, and not a piece of shit, like I have and for that reason, I say we raise a toast to the bride and groom.

  I was raising a glass by myself.

  Everyone including her parents were in shock by my speech and totally disgusted. They asked me to leave and I did so on my own accord. I was hurt and for some reason, felt that was the only way I could communicate to Justin and let him know exactly how hurt I was by his whole behaviour.

  Tired of being in no man’s land. Never moving forward and certainly not moving backwards. When we got up the next day, I took the ring that I purchased down on Hatton Gardens. I got down on my knees and asked him to marry me – ‘Will you, Justin Edward Grant, marry me, Melanie Elizabeth Jones?’

  He told me to get up.

  Then he said, ‘I cannot do this anymore.’

  Before I know it, he moves out.

  Packs his things and leaves.

  Just like that!

  HE SAID ... I am not sure when we first met. I think it was at the coffee shop, or maybe it was the nightclub. At the end of the day it was irrelevant, how we met, more importantly was how we broke up.

  It seemed like such a painful experience for her, and such an easy experience for me.

  We met, we shagged a lot for nearly 6

  months. She complained about the fact we never went on a date, therefore we dated. We thought we were in love.

  Then we moved in, and it was great. It was like livin
g with a flatmate, sharing the bills, with benefits! I mean, she never let me down in that department; she was always willing when I was willing.

  If a football game was on, and I was frustrated, she was there with her legs, open ready for me to go. Or down for a good suck.

  If I was drunk from going out with my mates, she knew that the best thing for me to do was just lie down and for her to enjoy the ride, and she always did seem to enjoy herself no matter what.

  Then came the day she just started getting demanding. Talking about marriage, kids and all that.

  Responsibility, I mean when did that feature in?

  Sure, we lived together.

  Sure, we are in our late thirties.

  Why does anything have to change?

  Then, came the day of the ultimatum. She got down on one knee, and I simply said, No. I could not lie.

  Moved out and that was the end of that!

  Three years later ... I called her up.

  Asked if we could try again. After 25

  phone calls and 50 text messages, 30

  emails, 15 Facebook messages – one day she replies, ’No.’

  Now that is the end of that.

  One Last thing………

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