Irish Two and I have gone our separate ways. Our separate romantical ways, anyway. We’re going to stay friends. And the weird thing is, I really mean that. I think we are destined to be good friends. Very good friends.
So last night was our final date. Not that we knew it would be for sure, but I think we would both have put money on it. We went to see ‘The Grand Budapest Hotel’. Our responses to which summed up our little relationship.
As the lights came up in the cinema he turned to me and said, “What the f*** was that all about?”
At the very same moment I turned to him and said, “I absolutely loved that.”
We then went for dinner at a nice restaurant near my work where I have only ever had great experiences. I had to hobble there as I’d worn heels. (I don’t do heels. I won’t be doing them again anytime soon.) The meal was not good. We left in a taxi, feeling sick. Came back to mine, took something to settle our stomachs, and went to bed. And to sleep.
This morning I woke to him stroking my hair, which was nice. We lay in bed for ages talking, and eventually Irish Two said, “So, we said we would see how things went. How do you think they are going?”
I said, “You know what? I think we’re supposed to be friends.”
He agreed, and instantly everything felt so much more relaxed. We had a hug. Had sex one last time just for fun. Got dressed and went for breakfast.
We had a lovely breakfast and a lovely chat and I walked him home seeing as it’s sunshiney today (thank you, weather).
I’ll see him next Sunday, we’re going to get together to watch House of Cards and eat pizza.
I think I’ve made a really good friend here.
But, of course, I do feel a little empty. A little rejected. A little bit not good enough. I feel very much on my own again. Although Irish Two was never the person I wanted him to be, or capable of the emotion I wanted him to show, he was someone. He was a crutch, I guess. He got me through from Christmas to now, and for that I’ll be grateful to him forever.
I want there to be someone out there for me. I want it more than anything. And I had to clear the way for that to happen.
Paws crossed it isn’t in vain.
Pizza of Doom 
You took a huge step in honesty with him. It will be beneficial to you both. I’m glad you at least got a good friend and some sex out of it 🙂
Thanks, my love. Let’s face it: it’s more than I got out of my last relationship.
I feel your pain, and understand what you’re going through. Me and ‘the other half’ split up this week and it’s been so much more relaxing. We are getting on better now as friends as we ever were as a couple. Unfortunately it has taken 2.5 years to realise we’re better as friends, fortunately it’s been a great 2.5 years for me, i’ve had great experiences with him, and I love him for sharing these years with me.
I think we needed that transition relationship with both our Irishes. It was the thing that helped us get going, and at the same time we knew what we wanted and didn’t want, and that eventually it wouldn’t work out; the sex was nice, it was fun, but I can also see my Irish as a really good friend, and not much more.
Lol The story of you and Irish Two has to be the most exciting one yet. Every post has been something different and I legit wait for you to give us an update! You know, I’m glad that things ended that way-since it had to end anyways. I have yet to break it off with a guy that I’ve actually remained friends with. I’m a bit jealous!