I got off the phone with my ex-boyfriend (Video Editor Ex).  He tried to get in contact with me last weekend because he needed me to shuttle the remaining things out of the house.

He got laid off and sold the place.  Just signed the paperwork yesterday.  He goes to settlement on the 30th.

This is some crap, man.  The good thing is that he can stay with his parents (who are way out of state), but the bad thing is that this dude has 10+ years of experience and still lost his freakin’ job.  Now, I know that Philly is not a great film area, nor is it a great arts area (in comparison to other major cities – don’t take this as hate), but come on now.  And, I mean, I would personally do things differently, but that’s because it’s what I know.  Lack of money is scary, but I’ve been through it.  I’ve had a car repo’ed for about 10 hours (funny story!), I’ve destroyed my credit rating more than once (a series of pathetic stories), and I still technically owe a formerly close friend over a grand (a sad story).

It just sucks.  I know my friendly readers don’t expect the Drunkenatheist to get all verklempt over here, but it’s kind of a big deal.  The most obvious reason being that I’ll probably never see Oswald again (SUCK), but also because this relationship was one of the most important ones in my life.  Video Editor Ex was the first boyfriend I ever lived with and the first completely adult relationship I had.  Yeah, I’ve had fairly grown-up relationships.  My relationship with SDC was incredibly adult, mainly due to circumstances beyond our control, and although my relationship with Fuckface (hereby known as “FF,” just so Google ads doesn’t terminate my jaunes) was juvenile at a lot of points, we still dealt with some things that were a little too mature for us at that time.

I’m digressing.

Anyway, it’s kind of a sad thing. Although Video Editor Ex and I are nowhere near as close as we were (a result of broken plans and promises to one another), getting along was never that big of a problem for us.  (Which is not to say that we didn’t argue with one another, but we were generally good about making up and moving on.)  Our issues were different – namely that we both fell out of love with one another – and our friendship (or whatever) didn’t really suffer because of our breakup.  It’s sad to me because I’m essentially losing a loved one who was once the most important person in my life.  I’m sad because we moved into that craphole in Delco together.  We picked out that horrible house together and it was the first huge step I ever took with a partner.  He was the first person I ever got a pet with.  (Stupid, I know, but for two people who didn’t want kids, it was pretty close to adopting a child for us.  And again, it was a big step.  Something that made our whole situation and relationship more real, more grown-up.)

And now the house, my ex, and my dog are all gone.  If there was ever any doubt in our minds that everything was done and over with, it’s clear now.

I suppose this is how it feels when an ex gets married and you know for certain that they have moved on.  You just hope they haven’t demonized you or – worse yet – forgotten you completely.

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