No going back af!
I can’t explain why, but when I got the notification of an SMS, I was scared. I had no idea who had sent it or its contents, but I had my suspicions. I didn’t know what to expect, I wasn’t ready for anything, really. I just stared at the phone for what seemed like eternity before I had to call myself back to planet earth. It was my phone after all, there was no reason for me to be scared of it or a text message.
I unlocked my phone and scrolled down the notification bar, I saw that the message was from Michael and I immediately tapped it open. When I read the message, I felt time had frozen. I stared at my phone screen as the message seemed like an alien in my phone. I didn’t quite understand what was going on. The message had read: “ I’m so sorry dear, I don’t mean to hurt you but I just don’t need any relationship at this moment, please this is not the right time for you to leave me.
It immediately sent a bittersweet feeling down to my stomach. The message on one hand seemed so sweet, leading me to think I was important to him, but then again, this was Michael. He had never shown any interest in how I felt, hurt or not. He had acted like I was not relevant to him, so why plead for me not to leave? I wasn’t going to allow myself back into this roller-coaster ride of uncertainty.
I had to be rid of Michael for my good and it had to be done now.
I replied his text, “ I am not interested in being your bedmate anymore, I’m not interested in having any sort of relationship with you.” I felt such huge relief after tapping on the send message icon. I was happy with myself and thought that it had finally ended. My little jubilation was short lived however as my phone rang; it was Michael. I immediately set my phone on silent and turned it screen-facing-down on the couch where I sat.
I intended to discipline myself whichever way possible, I knew I would have the urge to answer his call. So, I left the couch for the kitchen, where I gulped down a glass of fruit juice, I poured myself another cup as I went back to the couch and picked up the phone, I had several missed calls from Michael. Staring at the screen of my phone, I felt something creep into my head.
I wanted revenge. I wanted him to have a little taste of what he’d put me through. He called again and this time I held the phone and looked on whilst it rang. I didn’t care to know what his true intentions were. His text was a complete 360° turn from what he’d being saying to me all these past months. How could he have sent me such? Why?
My thoughts were cut off as I heard a knock on my door. I waited for a while and I heard the knock again. I wasn’t in the mental state to receive any guest, so I was reluctant as I walked towards the door.
The knock came again, I had to enquire who was at the door. I got no reply, just more knocking.
Could you guess who was at the door? I’ll fill you in next week on the events that followed.