What to do? I did not know what to do. Confront him? Keep quiet and watch it for a while? Confront her? Get the girls to beat her up?
“I...I had no idea”.
This hug is awkward. So awkward.
I opened the box.
“Oh my God!..Gosh Bolaji! You didn’t!”
You bastard! You doggone bastard, you are not going anywhere!
Smooth liar! You chose her! You were going to her! You didnt know where i was, you didnt call me! You were going to her.
On second thoughts, i decided i didn't want to be alone. So I called up the girls anyway, told them to meet me up at Swe. No it wasn't random. I knew SHE frequented there a lot. It was stupid and a one off chance and i didn't even know what i was going to do but but i hoped she'd be there tonight.
What are the odds, i thought as we walked in and i spotted her sitting at the bar. She looked like hell. Good. I felt worse.
A while after she left, I excused myself and came to the bathroom. I'd had just about enough of the fake laughter and smiling when my heart was breaking inside.
So now I'm here in the fetal position. I can't even cry out and scream like i want to. Like i need to. So i settle for silent tears. Silent screams.
A part of me actually wished he hadn't proposed. Wished he had been honest.
But he did. I made him to. I cannot live without him. So now i have to live with him. Knowing. Knowing that i was second best. Knowing that he didnt choose me.
I've taken up full residence on Insecure Lane once again. This time i got the Penthouse Suite of Heartbreak Towers; with a clear view to Lonely Avenue, where this same minute on Side Street, another woman lies on a bathroom floor clutching her stomach in like manner.
P.S: I know oh, part 3 abi? I'd take that Nollywood pass now, thank you very much :)
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