Ok, I know most rational people think it's ridiculous for us to go together. They're not wrong, especially those who've seen things unfurl since the split. But I've known this guy for almost 20 years. If we can't be nice to each other for a week, is there any hope for us as people? We were school friends – he ripped my Teletubbies bag trying to be funny and I should have suspected we'd end up in love for a little while after that. Even if I am gently simmering with anger, remorse, more anger and sadness, I can keep it under wraps for 168 hours, right?
I tried to persuade him to take another woman. He said no, as he thought it would be weird, it was our trip and he suspected he'd come home to a smouldering bonfire of all his worldly belongings and a ritualistic castration involving fishing wire... he has a point. He suggested I take my mum or sister. But I'd have probably spent the whole time moping anyway.
To anyone reading, let me stress that this is not a trip about reconciliation. That ship has long sailed. Something pretty fucking amazing would have to be happening in that city to make either of us consider jumping back into our relationship again. Maybe it's about strength of character. Or proving that lovers can be friends again.
Or maybe I just want some cheap shopping and to feed my soul. We shall see.
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