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Need to add blogging to my life again. Not sure if it works as therapy but am desperate and can't face baring my soul to a nodding Ned as I lounge on couch looking at ornate white ceiling molds.

Just had bad conversation with Xboyfriend who has become Boyfriend-That-I-Never-See (BTINS), or Muppet. After bad breakup two and a quarter years ago (not that I'm counting) which essentially caused me to breakdown we bumped into each other at Soho House last November and have been seeing/shagging each other since - when he is not at work - which is always. Definitely have less sex with a supposed boyfriend than when I was single; which leads to the "bad" conversation.

Have not seen Muppet for weeks, well over a week, and therefore more accurately called BTINS we were trying to connect again and figure out when we would actually set eyes on one another. Weekend plans he offered Saturday, however then said would have to check with the Brother as Brother was organising party for his girlfriend on Saturday. Muppet then said however, without clearly thinking this through that he would feel uncomfortable taking me to party.............oh o....... he then tried to clarify (only getting into further poo) by suggesting that the Brother would be uncomfortable..."WHY"....I exclaimed. Lots of poo with response "well don't think his girlfriend would really like it".....FUCK. You see that's exactly what I did sometime last Autumn with the Brother.

Now, I didn't say anything as I wasn't sure if Muppet knew that I'd shagged his brother or if there was some other reason for making everyone clearly uncomfortable. Muppet was quick to want to get off phone with me (don't blame him really). He was going to check with Brother on their group comfort level and call me back. Hmmm that was at least an hour ago.