After He Chose Her, I Chose Myself

I looked at Edward, puzzled by what was making him so upset. In the past, when I did similar things, he'd say, "We're in a relationship, not in chains. Please, give me some space; I can barely breathe."

Now, when I’m not all over him, he wonders why I’m ignoring him. Honestly, I have no idea what he wants anymore. But I didn't bring up past issues. I simply said, "You're out with friends. If I kept calling, it wouldn't make any sense, right? You and Ruby are friends, so there's nothing for me to worry about."

A look of disbelief crossed Edward's face, maybe surprised that I could mention Ruby so calmly. He quickly composed himself and explained, "That post was just a keepsake, nothing more. Don't overthink it."

I shook my head, ready to say something, but Edward cut me off, "What now? Do you think I shouldn't go to Ruby's birthday party? We've known each other for over ten years. We dated briefly, but now we're just good friends. A birthday's worth showing up for."

I gave Edward an understanding look and said, "I get it. It's late; you should get some rest."

Edward fell silent, looking at me like he was trying to figure out if I was really not upset. After a while, he found no clues on my face. He reached out like he was going to hug me, but I quietly stepped aside.

I calmly asked, "Are you sleeping in the master bedroom or the guest room?"

Edward paused before responding. His expression softened. Maybe he was finally starting to understand that, whether or not Ruby had her famous spiced honey cake at Thanksgiving, I trusted him completely. His friendships didn't threaten our relationship; they were just part of the bigger picture, like choosing between dinner rolls or pulled pork at a cookout.

He took a deep breath and said, "I think I'll sleep in the guest room tonight. It might give us both a chance to clear our heads."

I nodded, offering him a small smile, and turned toward the soft hum of the coffee machine in the kitchen. It was time for a comforting cup, the warmth of the coffee a gentle reminder that some routines remain constant amidst change.