It’s Friday night. Tonight, was one of the few nights I spent at home. It was a perfect time for a girl’s night in with my best friend, Dee. A good movie, some good food and lots of good wine were all on the agenda. The opening credits roll on, I can feel Dee’s eyes on me instead of on the television. I turn to face her. She’s sitting comfortably next to me on the couch.
Dee raised her eyebrows and asked, “I know you went to see him yesterday, what happened?”.
I took a sip of wine, and I coolly said, “Who, Ben?”.
“Yes him” she said. “Well?”
“Well...”, I let slip. “On a whim, I decided to pay Ben a surprise visit. When I got inside his house, I found him there with a girl. I recognised her from one of his work things. Her name was Becky or whatever. Pretty girl. Red lips. Blonde. Of course, a lot of thoughts run through my mind. I said some things to them, I meant every word of course, and left.”.
“You cut ties and kept your composure, just like that?”, she replied.
I took another sip.
Dee shook her head and said, “You can’t seriously still be drunk in love and guzzling that loser’s fountain of lies, can you?”
I pouted a bit and told her, “Not completely drunk on a fountain of love. More like tipsy on what’s left in my glass, perhaps.”
My glass was empty.
I opened up another bottle of the sweet stuff and filled it up swiftly. I continued to take sizable sips.
“We have been through this before. He swore he would change.,” she said.
The movie was still playing in the background. I glanced over to see a couple saying their I dos and clinking glasses in celebration of the happy union on screen.
“I remember that little chat. I was out of my mind. I was in love. I mean, things weren’t so bad with him back then. He could be so kind, so loving and so passionate at times. There is nothing left of the relationship worth saving. How could he touch another woman? I’m not going to let him get under my skin anymore.”, I asserted.
“hallelujah! That’s one hell of a bloody break-up,” said Dee
And so... we drank. A lot. Maybe, a little too much to forget it all.
Whatever, It’s Friday night. Tonight, was a good night to spend at home. I needed a girl’s night in with my best friend, Dee. A good movie, some good food and lots of good wine were all still on the agenda. As the next opening credits roll on, I can feel Dee’s eyes on me instead of the television. I turn to face her. She’s reeling next to me on the couch.
Dee raised her eyebrows and asked, “Okay, so you saw him yesterday, what else happened?”.
I gulped wine, and with a burp said, “With B-e-n?”.
“Yes him. And the girl.” she said. “Well?”
“Well...”, I slurred. “Like I said, I decided to pay Ben a surprise visit. When I got inside his house, I found him sleeping with a girl. I recognised her from one of his work things. Her name was Becky or whatever. Pretty girl. Red lips. Blonde. Of course, there were a lot of thoughts running through my mind like burning the whole place to ash right then and there. I longed for something to break his head open with. I wondered what her skull would look like if I stripped off all the skin.”. I said some things, I did some more things to them. You could say I reveled in every stab before I left.”.
“You cut ties, just like that?”, she replied.
I downed another glass.
Dee shook her head and said, “You can’t seriously still be drunk in love and guzzling that loser’s fountain of lies, can you?”
I beamed and told her, “Not completely drunk on a fountain of love. More like drowning in the ecstasy of the blood bath left behind.”
My glass was regrettably empty.
I opened up another bottle of the bitter stuff. I drank straight from the bottle.
“We have been through this before. He swore he would change.,” she said.
The movie was still playing in the background. I glanced over to see a couple saying their I dos, clinking glasses and an explosion of bullets ruining the celebration of the happy union on screen.
“I remember that little chat. I was out of my mind. I was in love. I mean, I down played how good we were together back then. The man was my entire life. He could be so kind, so loving and so passionate at times. Why couldn’t he see that our relationship was worth saving. No other woman comes close to being his perfect match, but me. He had some nerve to step out on me. He won’t be touching any woman now. I’m not going to let him get under my skin anymore.”, I swore.
“Christ! That’s one hell of a bloody break-up,” said Dee
And so... we drank. A little. Not nearly enough to forget it all.
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