The Heart is different

You are the one who is in complete control.You are the one who will be defeating him

Mother's words kept ringing in my head. She had been helping with the battle. No, this wasn't a physical one. My body, mind and soul had been in a battle. My broken heart seem unredeemable. It was a first. In fact everything was a first. My first boyfriend, my first defined relationship, my first love, my first sex,my first orgasm. He was a first in all. After two months of smiles,happiness oh and the glow( Yea, a sweet, romantic relationship comes with a glow) I was back to being single.

"I am OK." I told my closest friends. They expected me not to be but I am. I don't know why they don't believe me, I guess it's because they have been in more relationships than I was. But, I wasn't them. And I told them bluntly not to treat me like they were doing. So, they stopped talking about it. We move on.

The anger sets in. I was wallowing in depression. My heart was aching. My friends didn't know; I told them I was ok now I am ashamed to go say I'm not.

I called mum, I cried so much she wasn't able to pick my words. Eventually, she sighed!

She was saying something but I was thining of my boyfriend- oh sorry ex- boyfriend

Otherwise you are going to sit there and try and try and try. This will only get in the way. she said, jogging me back to reality.

"Try what mum?" I asked, completely lost.

"Your friends!" "From all you have said it seem you really want them to know how you are feeling, so talk to them. And do let you ego get in the way," she added

"Thanks mum" I said with a coarse voice.

"You are the one who is in complete control." "You are the one who will be defeating him" she said before the line went dead.

I increased the volume of my Adele song, while I sprawled on my bed staring at the ceiling. The only thing I see when I and "the boyfriend" did it in my room.

I woke up to a heavy knock on my door, or maybe it wasn't but my consciousness thought it was and the little bangy-thingy in my head. It was morning. I had slept in longer than I anticipate, glad I took my work leave when I couldn't get rid of his thoughts. But, who was at it the door, Did mother come over? I told her not to. The knock again.

"I am coming" I said as loud as my voice could get out. I maneuver my way to the door, stepping on the pizza pack, bottles, can, noodles, Chinese wraps.... I don't have a good recollection of when I Ordered them all, save the pizza.

I opened the the door to see my two musketeers; my best friends. I didn't call them. I was sure I didn't. Or I had cried and nagged at them both last night while I was half asleep.

Oh God guys I am sorry you had to cone all the way here, I don't remember what I might have said to you guys. I must have been drowsing. I said as we walked in. But they both stare at me like I was going crazy.

What? I said

"You didn't call us, Mum did." Mek said. Her expression unreadable.

"I am....."

Anna was on me hugging me so tight. I couldn't finish my sentence.

They sat on the bed with me, teasing about how much I ate and still gained no fat.

"Nancy, How are you?" Mek finally asked the tough question.

"Depressed, Angry, choked, floating on air current, lifeless"... I said as a tear dropped.

They both cuddled me and we lay down for a long time. We did movies, chatted, cleaned my room. I hated cooking. They made us cook. We cooked 6 different meals. We laughed. The soup poured, we laughed again. We lost appetite of the things we cooked, we ate out, then laughed about it. They stayed over for a week. It was the transition week. Every night I will wake up, look at my ex's pictures and cry.

The third night, I cried again looking at his pictures, muffling my tears so the girls won't hear me. But, I didn't keep them again, I moved them to the trash bin, then his clothes, his toothbrush, everything his. It was time to move on and do some cleansing.

Picture source; pixabay

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