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"  I deliberately didn&amp;#039;t make any plans this weekend, because I&amp;#039;m exhausted, my apartment is a disaster, and I&amp;#039;m bummed out because Brad and Mikhaila are doing the big move this weekend. I know, I know. This whole thing is stupid. And I really, really wish I could shake it, but it&amp;#039;s just not happening. It&amp;#039;s actually kind of good that I was around, though, because I was much needed on the friend front. Exhibit A: Meg called me bright and early Saturday morning to tell me about her date with Adam: &amp;quot;It was awful,&amp;quot; she whined, and then I heard a bang. &amp;quot;What was that?&amp;quot; I asked. &amp;quot;Me. Hitting my head on the coffee table.&amp;quot; Another bang. &amp;quot;Stop that! What happened?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So we went out for dinner. We were having a great time, only I guess I drank too much wine\u2026&amp;quot; Uh oh. I knew where this was going. &amp;quot;\u2026 and then we left and decided to take a walk along the water, and then the next thing I know, we&amp;#039;re kissing, and then out of nowhere I started crying about my divorce. Ugh.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Oh my God. What did he do?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;He sort of awkwardly patted me on the back. I could tell he was horrified, though. Then he was all like, let me walk you home. He couldn&amp;#039;t wait to get out of there, and I totally don&amp;#039;t blame him.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I am so sorry.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I know! I blew it with Adam!&amp;quot; &amp;quot;It&amp;#039;s okay, lady. You&amp;#039;re going through a divorce. You need time.&amp;quot; She agreed, we chatted for a bit longer, and we made plans for a girly night next weekend.  Exhibit B: Saturday evening, my doorbell rang shortly after 8: &amp;quot;Hello?&amp;quot; I said into the intercom. &amp;quot;K, it&amp;#039;s Jenna. Can I come up?&amp;quot; I buzzed her up and let her in. She seemed calm and collected, and I was puzzled. She sat down at my kitchen table.  &amp;quot;I broke up with John,&amp;quot; she announced. &amp;quot;What? Oh my God. What happened?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;This whole moving in together thing,&amp;quot; she began. &amp;quot;I hated how much pressure he was putting on me. And then I finally decided to do it, and he kept getting mad at me for not being excited enough about it. And then there&amp;#039;s the kids thing.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;The kids thing?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t want them,&amp;quot; she continued. &amp;quot;Ever?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No. Never. And I told him that, but he never took me seriously. And over dinner, he made some comment about how I was going through a &amp;#039;phase&amp;#039; where I didn&amp;#039;t want kids, and he knew I&amp;#039;d change my mind later.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;What did you say?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I looked at him and said, &amp;#039;You know what John? This isn&amp;#039;t working. If you were the right guy for me, you&amp;#039;d know that I&amp;#039;m serious about this. And you wouldn&amp;#039;t have pressured me to move in with you when I wasn&amp;#039;t sure if I was ready.&amp;#039; And then I walked out of the restaurant.&amp;quot; We talked a bit more after that. She&amp;#039;s completely done with him. She doesn&amp;#039;t even want to talk to him again. I envy her strength sometimes. I don&amp;#039;t know that I could just end a long-term relationship like that, even if I knew the guy wasn&amp;#039;t the right guy. I mean, clearly I can&amp;#039;t. Hello? The Editor? I can tell you another thing, too. Jenna wouldn&amp;#039;t be sitting home right now eating ice cream, all bummed out because her best guy friend was moving in with his girlfriend, either. "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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