It's been about 3 months since I last saw Angus, the first few weeks were the hardest, so many times I wanted to cave in and contact him, so many times I'd stare at my phone willing hm to call me but he never did, instead he did as I asked, he didn't call, he didn't come see me, it was over and I was slowly accepting it. I unfollowed him on Simstagram, I didn't want to see pictures of him moving on with Steph. I didn't hate him, I tried to by reminding myself of how he had cheated and hid it from me for weeks, how he made me feel like a fool, for believing he loved me, for believing I was the only one. I still loved him, I wouldn't admit it to anyone else though. I kept hoping he would come back to me, he would be at my door one day telling me I had it wrong, the he wanted to be with me and only me, every timeI heard a knock I would run to the door but it was never him and as the days turned into weeks, weeks into months I gave up hope.
Tess still goes to the gym every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She didn't want to, she wanted nothing to do with Angus but I told her she had to keep him onside because she was going there for work experience and she had no other option, without him she would fail year 12. Maybe I just wasn't ready to completely cut that link off, that sending Tess into the battleground provided me with war stories. She told me he wouldn't talk in the first weeks, he would run them through their paces like they were any other clients and Tess was OK with this, she didn't want to talk to him either, they both had their walls up but slowly Tess starting letting hers down, she would tell me how he made a joke, how he talked of his weekend plans, how he started stirring her up again, how the group were going for drinks on Friday night and he was joining them with Annabelle and Steph. That cut me like a knife to know that my sister and my friends were hanging out with the man who broke me and his now girlfriend but I kept it to myself, all I asked was Tess never give me details of them together and to her credit she never did. He was happy without me and I was trying hard to repair myself, to get back to how I was before him.
I kept myself busy mostly, I would study in the library in my last week of holidays and when we returned to school we toured the university. I kitted, a lot, so many scarfs and sweaters were made. Tess and I painted my room, I let her paint a mural of the ocean on my walls, of the waves crashing against the shore and people building sandcastles, it was beautiful.
I also took a part-time job at the Cupcake Factory, a bakery in Brindleton Bay, working on the weekends, I was earning money and I was enjoying baking, it was a great distraction.
I studied hard, I knew my subjects from front to back, I'd written so many practice essays, taken so many practice tests, I was prepared and I was ready, I just wanted it to be over with, all of it but the further I moved away from the break up, the happier I became but I never forgot him.
Tess still goes to the gym every Monday, Wednesday and Friday. She didn't want to, she wanted nothing to do with Angus but I told her she had to keep him onside because she was going there for work experience and she had no other option, without him she would fail year 12. Maybe I just wasn't ready to completely cut that link off, that sending Tess into the battleground provided me with war stories. She told me he wouldn't talk in the first weeks, he would run them through their paces like they were any other clients and Tess was OK with this, she didn't want to talk to him either, they both had their walls up but slowly Tess starting letting hers down, she would tell me how he made a joke, how he talked of his weekend plans, how he started stirring her up again, how the group were going for drinks on Friday night and he was joining them with Annabelle and Steph. That cut me like a knife to know that my sister and my friends were hanging out with the man who broke me and his now girlfriend but I kept it to myself, all I asked was Tess never give me details of them together and to her credit she never did. He was happy without me and I was trying hard to repair myself, to get back to how I was before him.
I kept myself busy mostly, I would study in the library in my last week of holidays and when we returned to school we toured the university. I kitted, a lot, so many scarfs and sweaters were made. Tess and I painted my room, I let her paint a mural of the ocean on my walls, of the waves crashing against the shore and people building sandcastles, it was beautiful.
I also took a part-time job at the Cupcake Factory, a bakery in Brindleton Bay, working on the weekends, I was earning money and I was enjoying baking, it was a great distraction.
I studied hard, I knew my subjects from front to back, I'd written so many practice essays, taken so many practice tests, I was prepared and I was ready, I just wanted it to be over with, all of it but the further I moved away from the break up, the happier I became but I never forgot him.
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