Breakup group chat

Date: 3/31/2023

Boome & I are in the same house. It’s unfamiliar. We’ve been broken up, but rudely cordial most of the evening. I’m nervous, maybe cautious; walking on eggshells per usual. He’s working on his creative stuff. In meetings (on the phone with his new manager), making himself sound super impressive (his favorite pastime). I’m working on something as well. Some digital photo project, that looks like an optical illusion. I’m trying to place moon type ball on a ring (planet type ring) that is orbiting another object. It actually looks really amazing (like a book cover come to life or artwork that’s open for interpretation). I’m getting his help with something & eventually he gets mad (because everyone one is so much dumber than him, obviously). He goes on to insult me & tell me I’m talented but isn’t helping me anymore if I can’t use my talent to do something with my life (that meaning isn’t hard to figure out lol). I try not to get upset but I’m about to cry. I go back to a room in the hallway to compose myself. I immediately start getting texts from Brandon, then Ashley saying they are so sorry about the breakup. Everyone is shocked. It’s official. He’s finally broke the news. The purgatory was torturous. This feels like hell. I text Ashley back with a vague answer that can’t be misconstrued, but doesn’t give any real information other than it’s what Boome wants. I immediately lose my cool and burst back in the room going off on him. Why did he feel the need to send this information to everyone tonight?! We start a verbal heated argument making our usual points and getting a few extra jabs in. We end up in the main bedroom with one large bed. Presumably our old room or his room ( it’s across the hall from a guest bedroom with 2 beds) in the midst of our yelling I end up half naked in his arms. The kissing is passionate, sexy, hot, angry. I know it’s Boome but it doesn’t look like him anymore. His bigger, more in shape, like a football player. I know we’re about to fuck. I’m excited. I don’t know why women think sex will make them want us again… anyway. Before he can get his dick out my stomach tightens, I have to shit. We are very comfortable around each other with this topic so I blurt it out. I truly can’t go on until it comes out. Ironically a toilet appears in the middle of the room (as if it was always there). I sit down and get to work. Then I realize how bad it is. Runny. Stinky. A multiple courtesy flusher. Which I do. He’s still right there. I look & realize I probably need to go in the guest room. Even the courtesy flushes aren’t helping. A dog runs in and jumps in his arms! ? ! I flush again after getting up to ensure it all truly goes down & head across the hall. Now my mom is here with a couple animals or kids? I can’t recall. But they are interrupting the vibes. I’m getting upset again. She explains what’s going on with her guests. Needless to say I don’t recall getting laid after this point.