My mother was the sniffing
at this time.
I couldn’t have been
sniffing. I was factually sobbing.
Now, don’t criticize
me.
You don’t know me. You
don’t know my tale. You don’t know the battles I have fought. I was the
go-to-girl. Mine were the shoulders that others came to incline on. I was the
one who calmed and consoled others. I was the elegant girl who told every other
girl what to do. I could recognize a game from a thousand miles away. One glance
at a guy and I could tell you whether or not he was a player. I knew all the behavior.
I invented the game. Or so I liked to think.
I just got played and
It was the most horrible kind.
Charles had left me
high and dehydrated. He strided away just when our relationship was the high of
the front pages of the magazines; just when I thought we were ready for
television. Men are malevolence! Then the worst part, he did not walk away unaccompanied.
He and Sophie had become a couple! I couldn’t believe it! How come I did not
pick the signs? How did it occur right under my nose? How could my best friend be
disloyal to me? Women are evil!
Whilst I was still furious
and spew out words in my mind, my mother held me and began to pray for me. I
felt goose bang flare around my body as she kept talking in words over my life.
I was not a praying person – heck I did not yet know the last time I opened a
Bible. I had lived my life by my own policy and I was okay with that. As my mum
prayed and talked to God for me, I began to get soother. The hurt did not go.
My heart hurt like infuse in a fresh wound. My hands quivered, but my mother
kept praying. She must have prayed for an hour. I did not know how she did it
but she in no way left me for a second.
Mummy, I am tired. I alleged.
She smiles ever so delicately,
her tear packed eyes comforting me that everything would be fine.
I am weary. This is the
second time. Am I coursed? I asked again, as the sharp hurt cut from side to
side my heart. Rolls of clutched tissue plagued my room. Now the globe was
going to hear that the Queen Bee herself was played. I felt like assassinating
myself.
Would you come to
church this nightfall? She inquire kindly.
As much as I wish for
to gratify my mum and be around her, I was not prepared for all that church things.
I had my life in front of me. I knew exactly what I wanted and I knew I would
get it.
No, mum. I don’t want
to go anywhere. I replied.
She did not disagree.
She did not try to persuade me. Brushing her hair with her palm, she go up on
her feet as she went to her room.
You better call the
office to say that you wouldn’t be going to work. She break in proceedings at
the door to look at me. You will be all right.
I was through. No more
men; they were evil. No more best friends, they are the devil!
I was going to breathe
life alone and on my conditions. I did not care what anyone contemplates.
I was done.
Just then, my phone
rang….
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