About a week after the breakup, Finn told me he was having a friend over. This was during one of his moments where he barely looked at me, muttering something about how I needed to respect his space. Respect his space in my house? Sure, buddy. I just nodded, thinking, okay, let’s see who this friend is.
When the doorbell rang, I opened it to find a woman standing there with a bright smile and a bottle of wine. Her name was Mila, and let me tell you, she was perfectly nice, polite even, but it didn’t take a detective to figure out this wasn’t just a friend. The way she looked at Finn… uh, they were very much together. Finn didn’t even introduce us properly. He just breezed past me like I was the maid, giving Mila a little tour of the house. My house. And oh, did he sell it like he was some kind of Real Estate Mogul.
“This is the living room,” he said. “I’ve been thinking about getting a new couch in here, something more modern, you know.”
“This is the kitchen,” he said. “I love the open layout. It’s great for hosting.”
“This is my office,” he said. “It’s where I do most of my work these days.”
I almost choked when he said that last one. Work? The man hasn’t had a job since 2018. The office he was referring to is the spare bedroom I set up for him to maybe do some freelance projects, but it’s mostly just where he plays fortnite. Mila was eating it up, though. I could see her imagining herself living here, settling into a life of Pinterest perfect bliss. Meanwhile, I was standing there in the kitchen gripping my coffee mug so hard I thought it might crack.
At this point, I had had two options: blow up and let them both know exactly how I felt, or play it cool and let Finn dig himself into a hole. I chose the second one. Honestly, I wanted to see how far he’d take this little charade.
The entire evening, Finn acted like he’d already moved on and was just graciously allowing me to stay until I figured things out. He even had the nerve to pull me aside and say,
“I think it’s best if we start working on a timeline for when you’ll be out. No rush, of course, but Mila and I need to start planning.”
