In my late 20s I met a guy that I fell for. Very typical fuckboy by nature. I wasn’t looking for anything serious and we had a lot of fun... for three years on the regular. I told him my feelings and even though he didn’t reciprocate, we kept in touch as friends for another two years via insta or some random texts. He asked me on a date last year and I had a bad feeling about it, in that I would get hurt. I turned him down a few times and then finally gave in and... the last year was really great. Last week we talked about what we can do to become more serious, and then on a Friday right before the weekend drops a message (yea not a call or a visit)“he doesn’t know if this is right, I feel weird, I don’t like talking to someone every day it’s just not me.” A fucking text. After years of being friends and a year of a relationship (and it was somehow amazing, like, everything was really fucking great for the first time- I am so caught off guard because we communicated well, and he treated me so well.) It blows. I stopped drinking a while ago because it’s painfully destructive and it’s been a coping strategy for years. I don’t know what to do tonight, but anyone have any ideas for fun things to watch or do this weekend to keep my mind not here, and without a drink? Thanks.