The sports bra was to blame

I didn’t say anything about Valentina’s midwifery packages. Never. This is for many reasons. First, I wanted to be relaxed. Secondly, I am relaxed. (Most of the time. Sometimes. Occasionally.) Third, I quickly realized that it wasn’t actually that hard to ignore the packages. After all, I hardly ever open the bathroom cabinet, so it wasn’t that tragic. And fourth and most importantly, I discovered that as a modern man (yes, feel free to respond!) and as a brother to so many sisters, I can’t lose my patience when it comes to tampons.

My sisters taught me that I didn’t even know exactly what they were talking about, but they taught me very early on never to say anything derogatory about menstruation or anything remotely related to it. Disgust is completely misplaced. You’re right. And misunderstanding when a woman needs rest, is in a bad mood or gets easily irritated because she is losing liters of blood is also completely wrong. I only found out much later that it wasn’t liters. I don’t know if my sisters deliberately lied or believed it too.

Anyway, I never mentioned the OB packages. Also the conditioner for “very brittle hair”, she doesn’t have it, but maybe that’s because she takes the conditioner everywhere and leaves it there, but I have that too, as well as the razor and the shower gel in the shower without it fighting an eyelash is accepted. At one point I washed her socks and then her underwear as well. No problem. I’m relaxed.

So not escalated-escalated. I didn’t scream or throw plates, I’m not crazy. I’ve drawn a line. OK. No last line. One final dotted line.

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As she often does, Valentina stayed the night with me. So far so good. In the morning she wanted to go jogging. That’s better for me. Because there is forest nearby. She only has concrete and sheet metal. So she jogs when she stays with me, which is why I also have her jogging shoes in my shoe closet – and I also COMPLETELY ignore them in a relaxed way. So I went to work, she jogged, she threw the key in the mailbox and I fished it out again, because we only have one mailbox key and my roommate has it and doesn’t want to give it away.

After the key was taken out and I went up the stairs, we had an elevator in the house, but I hated elevators because as a kid I was stuck and couldn’t get out for what felt like seventeen hours. use the elevator, but the girl on the floor below us, a year older and therefore much wiser and more mature than me, thought I was a scaredy cat, so we got in the elevator, which of course was a stupid idea “We not been locked up for more than 10 minutes, my mother says, but I think she’s lying. Anyway, the moment I walked into the apartment, I got a message from my ex.

We call her Ex again because after the sad New York story she lost all the stars and above all didn’t deserve it. She wrote that she would be in Zurich in two weeks and asked if we wanted to meet.

I did what you do at such a moment, nothing, and wanted to lie on the bed. And there it was, the sports bra, sweaty and wet. Next to it, on the floor, were a pair of sports pants, socks and a T-shirt. Valentina was probably stressed when she left the house, otherwise she would always take her used workout clothes with her.

I wanted to be relaxed. Ignore things. But that didn’t work anymore. It was too much for me. I mean, she acted like she lived here! As if it was completely normal to leave all her things with me! Like you do that when you’re relaxed and have sex regularly, but not in a relationship. That’s exactly what you shouldn’t do!?!

So I wrote her. That it was too much for me. I’ve just been having a hard time. And that I needed some time alone. She wrote “Okay” on my messages.

I don’t know yet whether I like her answer.

So long,

Ben