This isn't the sort of happy ending you'd expect, because it's much better.
I: 35F, moved to Australia from London.
He: 35M, lives in London.
[For those who don't know, the BBC Proms is a famous annual London classical music festival]
Last year a man I had years of history with told me that if I moved back home to London from Australia, he would be with me because I was the one and he loved me. Isn't that cute?! I said, “You’ll get bored" but he took my hand, looked me in the eyes and said, “I will never leave you.” Oh boy, that's when the evil spirit possessed the already homesick body.
Two months later, I called him from Sydney and said, “Okay. If you still want this, I’ll come back to London for you. If you don’t, tell me now and I’ll go somewhere else, because I don't ever want to return to London otherwise." "Get your bags,” he said.
Fasten your seatbelts and store your tray tables ladies and gentlemen for an utter ludicrous journey.
Five weeks before I was due to arrive, he announced that he’d been on a date with a woman he’d met on a kink dating website (Feeld - for all you curious kids out there) and he needed to see her again.
She was fascinating. She had tickets to the BBC Proms. He had always wanted to go to the Proms. He really wanted a second date.
But it was just for the tickets. He'd then end it, he said.
Except then he thought he might just keep seeing her until I arrived. But THEN it will only be me.
Plot twist, he went cold and nearly stopped talking to me. Had a complete fucking breakdown when I landed because he didn’t know what to do because they had so much in common and she was great. In fact, he was "impressed by her". After all, they must have been on a impressive handful of dates at best.
On the other hand, he really doesn't know what I like aside from "going to the beach" (because I live in Australia dooh). To make this more absurd let's admit at this point that she's in relationships with multiple men and that's not really his relationship style, but let's not kink shame at this point.
Eventually he chose me. Lucky girl. So I thought or really, the sunk- cost fallacy told me.
["The phenomenon whereby a person is reluctant to abandon a strategy or course of action because they have invested heavily in it, even when it is clear that abandonment would be more beneficial" - Oxford Dictionary]
Apparently he had “explored his options.” She offered to be friends. “You may feel insecure about me maintaining a link with her,” he told me. Which was an impressively polite way of saying that him still choosing the other women over my feelings was really a me problem.
And this man really committed to the bit.
He had previously made her a bloody YouTube playlist which I got to see anytime we were in his flat scrolling his TV. One day he pointed at it and said, “You may see it and wonder why it's there, but I don't want to delete it.”
Of course not, it's a sacred relic of the woman that was so amazing and that he can't let go off.
We later at some point went into an adult sex shop together. Let's not kink shame now. He spotted something, became excited, took a photograph and announced he was sending it to a “friend.” I correctly guessed it wasn't Prom Girl. It was however another woman he'd dated a year earlier and remained friends with. Because he has to remain friends with every woman he's shagged - why wouldn't you have your cake and eat it. He positively hasn't got anything going with that one, which apparently makes it okay to send a sexual thing to her in front of your girlfriend. Obviously.
Unbeknownst to me, when he chose against Prom girl in favour of me, they also straight away booked in a 2 months check in. You know, to.... See if he should have chosen her? Rectify his choice if required? Who knows.
Dearest reader, are you surprised to hear it took place? Apparently the result was that she's now seeing someone. And "she wasn't that great" he later admitted when he coughed up about the check in. But that kicked off some chatting again but it was all innocent of course because it was only memes and articles and she only wanted some insight on the law surrounding E- scooters. I'd nearly found it cute hadn't I known she's the one who is an actual lawyer lol.
Eventually, after a total of around 5 months of this absolutely fucking circus, I saw the light. Someone should have called an exorcist earlier but the evil spirit finally left the body. Let him rot in hell.
Amazingly, when I finally challenged him on the entire circus outlined above, he pulled out the ultimate defense: he just didn't realize any of it was wrong. It simply hadn't occurred to him! But now that I mentioned it, wow, it was all so obvious**. His mind was blown!**
He actually held his face in his hands and asked, with tragic sincerity, why he just can't ever realize he shouldn't do something before he does it.
I had absolutely zero cells of interest left in my body at this point. I suggested that if he is fundamentally incapable of assessing his own actions, maybe he should ask someone for advice beforehand.
He looked up, completely serious, and asked: "Next time I’m in a relationship, can I ask you then?"
No, cretin, I don’t take phone calls from hell.
Fast forward, the annual BBC Proms arrived again this year. So I bought a £20 and took my friend yesterday.
As I sat there overdressed in a room full of commoners in jeans that he fitted in perfectly, I started thinking about Boy Math. Turns out the £20 ticket was the best investment he never made.
Then I peacefully went home with my friend and ate ramen.
Double happy ending: Counting down the days to return to Australia on the permanent residency I was granted meanwhile and which he had tried to pressure me into declining from the onset so we could stay together.
I guess in the end I do like going to the beach. Amongst a lot of other things.