I couldn’t believe what he had said to me about my father, it was low, even for him. I tried to reason with myself that he’s only tired and reminiscing on all the hurt he felt because of Nicole and that he didn’t mean it, but something told me that there was some truth in his words and he thought I was ridiculous about thinking my father speaks to me through the wind.
Maybe it was ridiculous, maybe it was only wishful thinking, but the thought of it calms me, and I’m never going to apologize for having hope or for using unusual methods to feel close to my loved ones.
If Matthew pities me, so be it. I’m not as high and mighty as him, I’ll own it, he can feel whatever he wants about me.
I have no idea what he expected me to say to that comment. I have no idea how else to react to it other than to get some distance, along with some healthy crying. It’s not good to keep those emotions bottled down, it doesn’t help at a
My heart was cracking again. The wall that I had put up had finally come down, I had shown the vulnerable side of me to her and there was no going back. She was furious that I had forced Kay out of my way to get to her, and in retrospect, it probably wasn’t the best thing to do, but I was still fuming and I needed to see her – I wasn’t going to put up with some nagging remarks from her roommate. I know I crossed a line with the comment about her father and making it sound like he was nothing. If anyone said anything like that to me, I probably would have been hurt by it too, but I didn’t realize that I was talking down to her – I was just trying to make my point, but my mind went to the cruelest place to do that. The thought of losing her was unbearable. It was physical pain, knowing that I had hurt her and seeing the look on her face, seeing her cry, and knowing that it’s because of me, it was a pain that I had never felt before, and I wanted to do something
Matthew and I have barely talked since our fight, but once Isabella invited us over for a party where she needed our support, we sucked it up and decided to show up for her. Isabella wasn’t even through her first trimester, and I wasn’t sure if she should even be announcing it yet to people, but, like Matthew, she is a very honest person, and family seems to mean a lot to her. Her apartment building isn’t far from our own, but she might as well have lived on the other side of town – the silence in the car was awful, tense, suffocating, even. Every second felt like an hour. “Are we supposed to bring something?” I finally asked to break the silence. Fuck. Why would I ask that? It’s only making it sound like I want to spend more time with him when I’m trying to get a clear head from him and figure out what I want. Matthew’s eyebrows furrowed slightly and he said, “I don’t think we should bring champagne to a party where the host is announcing her
I could tell from the tone in her voice that she had made up her mind about us and that it wasn’t good. I didn’t want her to say it then and there, I wasn’t ready yet, and I wanted to make sure that we were alone for the conversation first.My mind was running and I barely heard what Isabella was saying as she spoke to the room full of people, only when she mentioned mine and Emma’s name did I tune in to what she was saying, the next words I heard from her were, “Baby's godparents.”Did she make me her baby's godfather? And Emma the godmother? I was frozen still from shock, so was Emma. I saw her motionless out of the corner of my eye, she was just as taken back as I was.I leaned closer to her slightly and whispered, “Can we say no?”That seemed to pull her out of her daze and she scoffed and smacked my arm again, this time with no playfulness, before putting on a smile and going to hug Isabella, leaving me
I was surprised that I even got home after our breakup, I’m sure the cabbies driving by thought I was a disaster and I was surprised when someone picked me up, turns out to be Manny and he wanted to know if I was okay. I got in the car and laughed through the tears, “Oh, you know, just love,” I shrugged and continued sobbing. Manny looked into the rearview mirror to see me, “Love is a beautiful thing, though, why are you crying?” “Because I just lost mine,” I crumbled in the backseat and put my hands on my face again, deciding to cry in the company of a friend. I saw out of the corner of my eye that Manny turned off the meter so that I wouldn’t have to pay for my ride. I tried focusing on my breathing in and out deeply, but my breaths were shaky and only made me cry more. I laid down and curled into a ball in the back of the cab – not even caring what germs may be on the seat. Why am I even crying so much? It was my decision, I’m the o
I was at a fashion insider party over the weekend for a fellow designer's book release, there were dancers, a disco ball that shone through the entire room, a DJ, numerous bar stations, and a confetti cannon at one point. I was surprised there weren’t any stilt walkers – it was quite the soirée and no dollar was wasted. “Matthew!” I peeked over to see the owner of the familiar voice and smiled, “Joyce!” She came and put her arms around me for a hug, “How have you been?” “Good, I’ve been good, thank you, but I want to hear about you! The fundraiser was such a success and that new design of yours was absolutely gorgeous! I can only imagine how crazy things at work have been since then!” I smiled kindly at her friendly comments, “Thank you, and yes, things have been rather hectic,” I chuckled. “Where is your muse?” She asked as she looked around the room for Emma, my smile quickly faded at the mention of her, and having to mention that she isn’t
I woke up one morning to the most horrifying photo and the headline: PLAYBOY CEO’S WILD NIGHT OUT The photo underneath was of Matthew with a blonde in his lap, his lips on her chest and his hand cupping one of her breasts. The little blonde reminded me of Amy, and suddenly I had to urge to vomit again. I hurried to the bathroom down the hall and hurled whatever was in my stomach. I was not expecting to see that. It’s only been a week, and he’s already out clubbing and hooking up with other people? Kay must have heard me running because she showed up behind me and held my hair back for me. “I’m guessing you saw,” she said in a small voice as I was heaving for breath. “Yeah,” I tried to sound strong at first and keep my voice flat, but my voice cracked and the tears began to stream again. I put an elbow on the toilet bowl and turned my face away from Kay. “Just when I begin to think that he’s changed…” “They’re creatures of habit. You kn
“I just had a huge, scandalous photo released of me, why the fuck would I go out to a club?” I asked Ben as he rummaged through my closet for something for me to wear tonight.“Because you haven’t been out with Eli and me for ages!”“For good reason,” I pointed out to him, “Last time I went out with you two, I woke up in an alleyway.”Ben laughed evilly and mumbled to himself, “Lightweight.”“I am not! All of us have the same tolerance for alcohol, you know that!” I tried to defend myself.Ben threw a shirt at me and told me to get ready, then picked up his phone to call Eli. I stripped off the shirt I was wearing and put on the new one, shaking my head at my reflection, I can’t believe I’m listening to them again, they’re such bad influences.“He didn’t answer, why don’t you try him?”I sighed and took out my phone,
Weeks passed after we broke up and I was walking the earth feeling like a shell of a human – no substance, no meaning. I kept taking the steps in the apartment building instead of the elevator because I was afraid that I would run into Matthew and wouldn’t be able to keep my composure.I was just like the rest of them – the assistants that fell in love with him and then left because it didn’t work out. The thought filled me with rage. A deep, burning, intense rage that had me wanting to throw a glass at the wall whenever I thought about it.I’m just another whore now. Nothing more. Everyone’s going to see me that way from now on. I know that’s how I’ve started to see myself, especially after what happened in the club with his brother.I’ve been keeping busy with my work as the choreographer for upcoming shows and working with the models – probably giving them too many hours, but I needed something to di