Later that week, I thought I may want to change my mind
My boyfriend called last week and asked what I was going to do for the holidays. Other than spending a quiet holiday at home with my parents, I had no plans. He asked me if I wanted to go camping over the holidays. I thought I misheard him and he was talking about going to the mountains. I was sure they wouldn’t go camping when it was sub-freezing. He told me I heard him right. There were a bunch of people getting together and they were going camping over the holidays. I didn’t enjoy camping during the summer, so why would I entertain the idea of camping in the winter? If we lived in the south, I may have considered it, but not when we lived up north. He told me I was a wuss and if I loved him, I would go. I guessed I didn’t love him enough, because I wasn’t going camping during the Christmas holiday. I wanted to enjoy the family and friends I grew up with. He wasn’t happy, but he didn’t push the idea that we would quit dating if I didn’t go. Later that week, I thought I may want to change my mind. If they had space heaters and a campfire, it may not be too bad camping, but the draw of the fireplace at home was more interesting. After an hour of vacillating back and forth, I called him and said I would not be going camping. All because I wanted the comfort of a home and a fireplace over Christmas; he broke up with me and started dating the girl I thought was one of my best friends.