He called. We talked, carefully at first, then open and honestly for a long time.
He’s different. Moreso than I first thought. He admitted to a lot, and took responsibility for everything. He admitted that when we were getting to know each other he was extra charming, trying to impress. I appreciate that he thought I was worth the effort of such pursuit but I’d have preferred honesty. He’s stopped pretending, and he’s very different. He’s found god which is weird,and it’s like talking to a stranger sometimes.
He says he remembers me but I don’t think so. Any specifics I ask about and he says he doesn’t remember. Things that happened on our dates, phrases or emoji that acquired meaning, all foreign to him. He called me his girlfriend because I was the best that showed up, and he hoped it would work out.
I asked if he had been faithful, if I was still the last, and he admitted he and an “old friend” did the deed sometime since New Years, a mutually meaningless fling. He said “I’ve moved on.”
He wants to start fresh and be friends. I don’t know if I can, or want to.