A resolution about my boyfriend

I've come to a realization. I treat Macon like a bad boyfriend, the kind that doesn't bathe regularly, never pays for a date, and talks too much but says very little. I started dating him because I didn't have other choices, and I didn't want to be single anymore. I suffered the delusion that many young women fall prey to--I can change him, make him better.

And here's where my metaphor breaks down because, obviously, I've needed to break up with this loser for a long time. And when your boyfriend is the place you live, you can't break up. Now some might argue that I shouldn't have dated him in the first place. Going out with someone because you feel sorry for them is never a good recipe, and all I can say is that I got something great out of the relationship: Julia (albeit I was with another man at the time).

Where do Macon and I go from here? Well, we have to break up, but we're still going to live together (weird, yes). I'm going to try to accomplish what I never could before: I want to be friends with my ex. I want to appreciate his good qualities and laugh off the bad (which is a lot easier when you're not dating). There's probably a lot I don't know about him, because I never wanted to listen as he droned on and on. So here's to us, Macon, you and me. Let's be friends.