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My friend, Nicole, has been living with us for the past four weeks. I thought it would be best to keep it under wraps until now.
Basically, her jerk boyfriend just decided to call it quits one Tuesday. That’s after three years together, a home purchase and the recent booking of a European holiday (hence, my last minute Paris trip). His decision appears to be motivated by a combination of immaturity and a young French woman interning at his company. What a…there are too many mean adjectives to choose from.
Devastated, she moved into our dining room and has been commuting back and forth to Napa. I’ve never really thought of myself as a particularly good friend; I’m not great about calling or remembering birthdays. So it’s kind of nice to know that I come through when it matters most.
Together, the three of us have been a happy little urban family. It’s been fun for Rob and I to teach Nicole about city living. She’s already learned how to use the laundromat, walk to the grocery store, take the subway, host dinner parties, camp in Yosemite with climbers and go to the neighborhood bookstore. Getting her to try Ethiopian food is the next challenge. We joke that she’s our 27-year old “daughter.”
Nicole has been doing a little better each day. We even went out last Saturday to the bars with another single friend and Nicole caught the eye of a few handsome gentlemen. I was honestly a little worried about the arrangement at first. But it has turned out to be a strange kind of wonderful.
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So sorry to hear of your friend’s bum situation. Good for you for taking her in and making the most of it. A trip to Paris sounds like good medicine. I hope you both have a great time!
I’m so sorry for Nicole. If it makes her feel any better. A friend of mine went through a similar situation last year. About a month or two after he broke up with her, she met a new guy, fell in love and last month they got engaged. She told e recently that breaking up was the best present she could have ever received.
We had a friend staying on our living room floor after his grandmother kicked him out, but that was just a week, not nearly as long as y’all. It feels good to take care of friends when they’re in need though.
You are a fantastic friend! Not many would do what you did.
And how sucky for your friend!! My heart goes out to her.
A friend of mine went through a similar situation…and she almost moved in with me and my husband here in CA all the way from Kentucky (my home state). She eventually moved on, and is happily married to someone else (BETTER!) and has a little girl, too.
Sometimes those hard things are just what a person needs to find what they are REALLY supposed to be doing with their life.
Anyhoo…love your blog and just wanted to de-lurk. : )
It sounds like you are a great friend for her! I’m so sorry for Nicole. Like tiffany said, a week of girly time in Paris sounds like good medicine.
At the very least I’m glad you’re all having fun together. And make sure you enjoy Paris – not that that should be difficult! 😉
Even though your friend is a bit sad, I think a trip to Paris ought to cheer her a bit. I hope you both have a marvelous time!
you go to paris, Nicole and flirt like the dickens! nothing like the french men to make you feel alive. you’ll be okay, I promise! one day from now you’ll look back and say, “whew – that was a close call!” my fiancé broke up with me over the phone a week before christmas and i never saw him again. i had dreams for a long time about coming into contact with him and being ‘this close’ to telling him off, and one day the dreams just vanished, and i was relieved that i had not had to spend my life with him.
turned out, he too, had met a young woman from sweden. i wish that poor girl luck all the time. he was a self indulgent jackass and i deserved better.
you’ll be okay. it just sucks for a while. we all have stories like this and that, is just life. i’m sorry for your pain though. hang in there. and live life in paris – it will heal you!