
Trainer Boy leaves today.
He came to stay with us for two weeks.
That was two months ago, but no one had the heart to tell him to move on.
Until we told him to move on.
I live in a household of three.
Me, my best friend, and her partner…
who has become my other best friend.
We live in a love triangle.
Just without anything sleazy or untoward.
These two people have become my rock.
But even a trio of rocks can be one rock too many.
So trainerboy came to stay
and he evened out the numbers.
He also picked up after me, got me exercising, got me cooking again, watched twin peaks with me, gave me hugs, filled in for me at work, leant me his car, and acted as a truly true mate.
To the point I had to question some of my other ‘so called’ friendships. His presence caused a bit of a rucous and some noses were put well out of joint. But at a time that I needed it he gave me love.
On his last night he slept in my bed. He held me tight all night and although it wasn’t the most comfortable of sleeps it was one of the best I’ve had in the house.
I wish he could stay. I really do. But as is the case with a vote of three, two will always win. So I begrudgingly go back to the way things were, and wonder who will watch the end of twin peaks with me.


