My husband basically told me, before our big housewarming, “My ex is coming. If you don’t like it, you can just deal with it or walk out.” He wanted me to maturely accept his ex attending our party. I gave him an even more mature answer.
At the height of the housewarming, when his old flame walked through our apartment door in Seattle with a triumphant smile, I smiled back at her and said, “He’s yours now.” Then I left.
For good. Some people think that was cold, maybe even extreme.
But others, the ones who understand respect and boundaries, would call it a perfect exit. Want to know how I, Chloe, did it?
It was Thursday evening when I slid out from under the kitchen sink, wrench in hand, and saw him standing there.
Tyler was by the doorway, arms crossed. The front door had just slammed shut so hard the picture frames on the wall rattled. The expression on his face said it all—a decision had already been made, and I would be the one dealing with the fallout.
“We need to talk about Saturday,” he announced.
I wiped my hands with a cloth and stood up. “Saturday” was our housewarming party, the one we had been planning for two weeks.
Just friends coming over to see the little apartment we’d been sharing for three months on the outskirts of Seattle. Nothing special on paper: some food, drinks, about thirty people.
But it felt like a milestone.
“What about Saturday?” I asked. He took a deep breath and straightened his shoulders like he was about to deliver a company-wide speech. “I’ve invited someone.
Someone important to me, and I need you to stay calm about it.
In fact, I need you to be mature about it. Or frankly, we’re done.”
The wording threw me off.
This wasn’t a conversation or a request. It was an ultimatum, like a memo from management—cold, one-sided, and already signed.
His gaze was firm, with an air of non‑negotiability, like he’d already anticipated all my objections and prepared counterarguments.
“Who did you invite?” I asked. “Nicole.”
Nicole. His ex‑girlfriend.
They had been together for three years before me.
A name that showed up in his stories so often I never wanted to hear it again. A woman he still followed on every social media platform because, as he so proudly put it, “Blocking people is immature.”
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