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"  After that disaster of a dinner, there was no way I was going home with Peter, so I lied and told him I had to be up early the next morning. I knew he didn&amp;#039;t believe me, and I knew he knew I was upset. &amp;quot;I really did not think Elizabeth would show,&amp;quot; Peter told me as he tucked me into a cab. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m sorry if you were uncomfortable.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m fine.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Whenever a woman says that, she never is, you know?&amp;quot; He was trying to make a joke. &amp;quot;Fine, then I&amp;#039;m not fine. But I don&amp;#039;t want to talk about it right now.&amp;quot;  Peter sighed. &amp;quot;Okay, Josie.&amp;quot; This enraged me. He had just spent the entire fucking night hob-nobbing with his ex, and he was exasperated with me?  Peter shut the cab door and gave me a little wave goodbye. I pretended I didn&amp;#039;t see, and texted Ashley: Come over. Bring baked goods. Ashley showed up at my place around midnight, with a box of Insomnia Cookies from the West Village. I would like to nominate this girl for best friend of the year, thanks. &amp;quot;How bad?&amp;quot; Ashley asked me. &amp;quot;Really bad.&amp;quot; I gave her the play-by-play of the night. &amp;quot;You&amp;#039;re not exaggerating\u2014he really spent the whole dinner talking to her?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ash, we exchanged 20 words in two hours. Tops. And it&amp;#039;s not just that they were talking, it was the way they were talking. Heads practically touching, engaged in this private, quiet conversation, just the two of them.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Ugh.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I didn&amp;#039;t even know what I was doing there.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;So he wants her back, right?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I don&amp;#039;t know. To me, it seems more like she wants him back. Even if he&amp;#039;s just acting like that to placate her, it&amp;#039;s still not okay.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No way,&amp;quot; Ashley agreed. &amp;quot;How was the father-in-law?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I actually really liked him, if you can believe it.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;Not like that matters now,&amp;quot; Ashley snorted. My stomach sank. Even though I was thinking the same thing\u2014that there was no way to salvage this\u2014hearing someone else say it made me realize how true it was. &amp;quot;You don&amp;#039;t think it&amp;#039;s worth trying to work out?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I mean, yeah, definitely talk to him. Tell him how uncomfortable you felt. But Josie, actions speak louder than words. Especially with guys.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;Maybe he just thought I was doing fine without him?&amp;quot; Ashley rolled her eyes at me. &amp;quot;Okay yeah, I heard how lame that sounded too.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m just going to say it\u2014he acted like an inconsiderate prick tonight. Even if he apologizes, why would you ever want to be with someone who hung you out to dry like that?&amp;quot; I broke the cookie in my hands in half. Then in fours. I nibbled a little piece. &amp;quot;I&amp;#039;m just so disappointed.&amp;quot; My voice broke, andddd cue the waterworks. &amp;quot;I am too!&amp;quot; Ashley said. &amp;quot;I was Peter&amp;#039;s biggest champion, you know that.&amp;quot; &amp;quot;He just seemed like such a decent guy.&amp;quot;  &amp;quot;I think he is. But right now, he&amp;#039;s just got too much stuff going on to be a good boyfriend.&amp;quot; I nodded. &amp;quot;And you wouldn&amp;#039;t give him a second chance if it were you?&amp;quot; &amp;quot;No,&amp;quot; Ashley said. &amp;quot;But it&amp;#039;s easy for me to say that, because I&amp;#039;m not with him. I can&amp;#039;t tell you what to do.&amp;quot; I know I need to talk to Peter, and tell him how embarrassed and just\u2026uncomfortable I felt at the dinner. I felt like he didn&amp;#039;t have my back, and that is a non-negotiable for me. Also, all signs point to his ex wanting him back. And that is a problem. Would this be a dealbreaker for you? "^^<http://www.w3.org/2001/XMLSchema#string>
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