Then, the day I was leaving Delhi, TP said to me, oh, by the way, BBot is in town, you should invite him and his other friend.
I was in shock.
It’s FINE he said, don’t worry. He’ll come and if he doesn’t behave, I’ll kick him out.
Something in me rebelled. Yes, I’d been hoping that one day we’d manage to be friends again. It would make everyone’s lives easier, and well, I miss him. But like this?
For one thing, wouldn’t it be better to meet in a neutral place, not MY house? Second, since he shut the door, and rebuffed my attempts to reopen it, shouldn’t he be the one to open it?
Both TP and DD dismissed objection #2. DD said that I was being silly, because I dumped him I had to make amends. When I said I did, I gave him my best friend, he said please that’s got nothing to do with this–she’s an adult. Touche. But I’m not completely comfy with the way that everything is on me cos I “dumped” him. As if it was easy for me. As if he never did anything wrong. Etc. TP also reacted along similar lines. He also said, look I’ve never asked you to meet him before this; I’m telling you, he’s ready for it. I explained that what scared me was that BBot has never met me halfway–maybe 10%–which is one of the reasons we didn’t work. And I did not want to let myself believe that he would actually make an effort and meet me halfway. TP told me not to worry, he would guarantee BBot would.
I talked to Appa, who told me it was fine, we should all be civil and friends. I said okay.
But deep inside I was in turmoil.
I don’t know.
Well, I have some theories. But those are for later.
I freaked out for two straight days. I was calling people. I cried myself to sleep after three months. I felt worse because the person I’d have called was the Dragon. Bombay Boy told me I needed to figure this out in my own head before I saw him, and I knew he was right. So I said no, not in my house. We compromised with the party as TP’s grandma’s which is ten minutes from where I live. I told the Poo she had to come with, cos I really needed someone unequivocally on my side at the party, someone who got that I didn’t “dump” him, and didn’t think that the supposed dumping sort of gave BBot martyr status–as if he’s miserable now and not really much happier.
Then another friend called to say he was throwing a surprise party for his wife’s birthday, and agreed to have BBot come too–so we met in a neutral place. This friend, for whom I can’t be bothered to think up a nickname, despite the fact that we’re all friends, is someone who has actually heard about the whole BBot story, right from the start, and is much closer to me than him. He promised to keep my glass full and let me hide behind him if I needed (thankfully he is the one person I can actually hide behind), and I went to the party.
BBot came. We shook hands. We made small talk. TP stuck around to be buffer. We were relaxed and cheerful. People who’ve known each other a long time, and have very close friends in common, but aren’t close themselves. We even managed to talk about the Dragon, and hold our own alone for five minutes.
It was over.
And then the mindfuck began.
Which will get it’s own post if I’m ever ready to talk about it.
But all told, we’re fine; we can socialize, and even refer to the fact that we knew each other very well. New Year’s went off well, with a few very minor possibly awkward situations, which he handled with grace. (Me too!) I wonder if part of the mindfuck stems from the fact that he couldn’t do it to save our relationship, and still he gets to be the victim.
But I think mostly being around him is a stark reminder of how easily I was replaced in his life and in Dragon’s, making it not a 2 year relationship I have to get over, but an 8 year one.