Ok, so I am stuck in Yorkshire til Friday. This is not through choice.
I am staying with my parents, and have not been back in the family home for nine months. I live in the Cotswolds with my housemate. He just happens to be my ex boyfriend. His ex girlfriend is coming to stay for two days. It's a small house, and they are still sleeping together. I don't need to hear that from two rooms away; hence the being in Yorkshire. The rest of the time, he and I are still sleeping together. I love him, I love my home - but times like this make me feel crap.
She is a nice person, with stupid amounts of problems; mostly brought on herself. She is 36, with 4 kids (three by one father, her husband - one 2 year old who is not). Three weeks ago she took an overdose and left her 17 year old to deal with it. My ex had to dash over there and take her to hospital. I ended up talking to her on the phone to keep her conscious. Every time something goes wrong or she gets drunk, she is on the phone, emotionally blackmailling him into going over to hers. The other night she rang him to ask him to pick her up - she lives half an hour away and she was only two miles from home. He ordered her a taxi.
I am not blameless in any of this - I have been sleeping with him since we officially split up, and all the time they were together. She will never move on or sort her life out while she is relying on him. He is never going to be the right man for her. He and I are not together, so he has no need to lie to me - he lies to her, and every other girl in his life.
So I am sitting in Yorkshire with my neurotic family, waiting for the second I can get in my car and drive home on Friday. The house will smell of her, and every trace of me will have been packed away and hidden - just to make her feel better. If I hadn't let her stay, I would be the bad guy. If she had stayed and I had stayed; she would be queening it around the place, making it obvious that she was the one sleeping with him (she doesn't know about me and him). I would have been stuck in my bedroom for three days, listening to her nonsense. So, I got in my car and drove three hours to Yorkshire. I love my parents dearly; I just don't always like them a lot. I know it's a short time. I've seen how ill it makes him dealing with all the crap she is chucking at him. I want her to be happy with a nice man who can make her (and the kids) really happy. She is putting stock in a man who is never going to deserve her love. He doesn't deserve mine either, but that is something I am stuck with.
I know him better than anyone on this planet. He is more honest with me than anyone else. He doesn't lie to me - he doesn't need to. Underneath all the crap, he is a decent, honest, caring person - but he is a horrible b*d occasionally. He calls her stupid, thick, a pleb.... She has to have several drinks before going out with him and his mates as he will make her look stupid by talking about things she can't contribute to...
He and I do so much together - he likes a practical girl. We fix engines together, do welding, have a massive clean of the house. We talk literature and politics (although we fall out over religion) - but he can't bring himself to love me completely. He's told me he "almost" loves me and "should" love me, but doesn't quite. He will never be faithful to me. This way is better. I get all the good bits of living together, without the crap. We have a nice life; despite knowing each others bad parts... And I want to be home...