ex introduced me to badminton early on when the craze was just beginning to snowball. he also introduced me to friends and acquaintances who played the game. soon they also became my friends as i played regularly.
it was during our badminton games previously that ex brought in his 'badminton buddy' from down south. and (BB) badminton buddy would evolve to become the cause of the break-up, two years after i met him.
the barkada chose no sides after the split up. i love the group and would still join the games or the nights-out and the parties, though not as frequently as before. and there would be times that ex would also be there. we politely avoid each other. dedmahan lang. and since the group is pretty large, the group would just conveniently 'split up' whenever we were both in the room.
it finally happened, a badminton game when i would bump into ex and bb.
i arrived late. and i knew that ex was joining this game. i walked in and saw many courts being played by the group. i saw ex playing. i just chatted with some of those still at the benches before changing into game clothes.
while i was back on the bleachers, i realized that ex was with bb. one of the bitchier friends quips 'di ba yan si homewrecker?' LOL. 'yes, but it was really a home destined for wrecking!'
being in the court with them was fine. it was a huge court. and we never played against one another. but the dinner after was going to be the problem.
i was again late joining them for dinner. as i parked the car, i could see the barkada (smaller now, the core group) huddled at the corner area (about 10pax). i froze when i saw ex and bb there. i didnt expect that. he usually begs off from the dinner after.
i remained in the car, undecided. it was too small an area for all of us to be in. suddenly i felt soooo uncomfortable. i thought i could remain unaffected. i thought i could just walk in there. but i anticipated the sudden silence. the awkwardness that would just hang in the air. and the trite attempts at cliche greetings. and i chickened out.
i pulled out of the parking lot. i am just not ready for something like that.
should i pull away from that group and let him enjoy that barkada, his barkada primarily, in peace?