- Thank you Giusseppe
- Thank You, Giuseppe
Amelia
The visit from the cockroach, as my friends call him, left a bad taste in my mouth, so I couldn’t sleep like I had been doing the last few days. How could I have imagined that my marriage would end this way? I could hear in his voice the anxiety to see our children, however, I also realized how blind I’d been.
I stopped mattering to him a long time ago and I didn’t even realize it, because he never once asked how I was feeling.
Thinking about details that I might have missed over the past few months caused me insomnia, since apart from him coming home late, I can’t find anything that indicated
he was in a relationship with someone else.
Now that I think about it, he was receiving messages at home, which he didn’t before. However, as always, he would get up and answer as if it were a client, so I didn’t
associate it with him having a lover.
Or maybe the fact that in recent months, he didn’t touch me anymore. Stupid me. I felt sorry for him thinking he was very tired, but now I see that it was because he was already coming home satisfied.
We only made love a couple of times, but almost mechanically and out of commitment. If I think about it, the red flags were there, only I didn’t see them or didn’t want to
see them. Stupid, stupid, and trusting.
I decide to get up, since I definitely can’t sleep. I make myself a huge cup of coffee and decide to go to my new work area. Despite the annoyance I feel, I smile when I see my new companions. My drawing pad, my crayons, my mannequin, my little sewing machine.
Mrs. Dorantes told me to channel all that feeling and that’s what I plan to do. To begin with, I block my mind from the harmful feelings I’m experiencing. I sit down and start drawing. The lines I’m drawing begin to take shape. I go on and on, without stopping. It’s not until the doorbell rings that my mind disconnects and returns to the real world. I drop the pencil and sigh. There are at least ten drawings. I open my eyes in surprise. I can’t believe I now have twice as many designs as they asked for. I rub my neck and get up to open the door.
“Girl, why are you taking so long to open up? Angie was getting desperate.” I turn to see my other friend, who just rolls her eyes.
“Really, Angie? I didn’t know you’d gotten so anxious.” The brunette enters the house, but first gives us a hug.
We start laughing because she’s always like that. She’s the aggressive one of the group.
“Here, we brought you matcha tea. We use it to not gain weight, but it also helps you lose it. And now that you’re going to be single, you’re going to need it to find a new guy.” I stand in the middle of the living room. I haven’t even been without a husband for a month, the divorce hasn’t even started, and they already want me to find a partner.
What’s wrong with these women? Anyway, I grab the tea. It’s one of favorite drinks.
“I’m not thinking about getting a partner anytime soon. It’s not healthy to look for someone when my heart still hurts. If I stay single, would there be a problem? Maybe love wasn’t made for me. And the saying that one nail drives out another is too toxic. Don’t worry. I’ll know how to be alone for as long as it takes.”
My friends look at me sadly. They know how much I love that traitor and how much it will cost me to forget him, but it’s not impossible either. It’s better to give time some time, as the saying goes.
“Well, let’s talk about happy things. Let’s start with your work. Design us some cute clothes, who knows, maybe we’ll pay for them.” I smile at this pair of crazies.
They know when a subject is uncomfortable for me and they don’t force me to continue. I take them to my work center to show them the sketches I drew. They both fell in love with some of them. I’m sure they’ll look fabulous in them.
I briefly tell them about JuanLu’s visit, but I can tell they don’t want to comment. So our morning is pleasant, but after noon they decide to leave. Before leaving, Cony turns
to look at us both.
“Girls, I think tonight we should go to a club to celebrate Amy’s singleness. She’s finally free of the cockroach. What do you say? Come on, it’ll be fun.”
I don’t really feel like it, but if they want to go, I can go with them. The final decision rests with Angie.
“Okay, I think it would be good for Amy to get her mind off things, but Oscar will probably want to come with us. So tell Darío to come too. That way we can drink and they’ll take us home safe and sound.”
Angie’s idea is great.
It’s not that I really want to go out partying, but it’s not healthy to stay home alone, ruminating on my pain, while that other fool is probably having fun with his lover. The plan was made, and I just had to be ready for them to pick me up.
At eight o’clock in the evening, they arrive on time. Normally, when we went out it was as couples, so I feel very strange. The feeling of loneliness and abandonment is starting to overwhelm me. I don’t want them to notice, so I try to disguise it with my best smile,
“Hey, you didn’t tell me we were coming dressed as foxes. What are those clothes you’re wearing?” Everyone in the car bursts out laughing.
The truth is, they look amazing. Compared to them, I look like a nun.
“Don’t be envious, our husbands like to show off what they have at home.” I manage a slight, sad smile.
It’s true.
They have husbands.
“I’m sorry, babe, I didn’t mean it like that. Forgive me.” My friend immediately notices my discomfort.
I know she didn’t mean it, so I have nothing to forgive her for.
‘Don’t worry, I know you didn’t mean it.” My friend gives me a hug, since she’s sitting next to me.
I put aside what just happened and change the subject. We arrive at a very busy place, and you can see that there’s a good atmosphere. I’m going to try to distract myself.
Tonight, I want to drink and forget my pain a little with alcohol. So I follow the girls to the reserved area. Soon, the drinks start to take effect, and I relax completely, Cony
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- Thank you Giusseppe
takes our hands and we go down to the dance floor, in view of their husbands, who will surely be watching them, because they’re very attractive. I’m having a lot of fun when the music changes rhythm. The guys come over to take their wives and take them dancing in the middle of the floor.
I’m left alone, and the feeling of abandonment arises with such intensity that I want to run away. I walk over and sit at the bar to order more alcohol. After the bartender gives me my drink, I turn around to try to locate the girls.
There are many couples dancing, so I resign myself and turn back to face the bartender. I order one more drink, and I’m already starting to feel the world spin. A couple of tears escape my eyes, unable to contain them. Suddenly, the strong, husky voice of a man with an attractive foreign accent speaks to me.
“Alcohol only leaves us with a horrible hangover. It makes us forget the pain, but it doesn’t eliminate it and it can affect our health. A woman as beautiful as you doesn’t deserve to cry over anyone.” He hands me a handkerchief, with which I wipe my eyes.
I turn my face to see who’s talking to me.
That man’s face takes my breath away. He has that beauty of the Turkish men I see in TV soap operas. Could he be from that country? But his accent is Italian. He’s gorgeous.
“My name is Giuseppe. Nice to meet you. And you are?” The words won’t come out, and when they do, it’s only to stammer.
“I’m A–Am–Amelia,” I say when I finally find my voice. “I’m Amelia.” That was better. The man lets out a husky, sensual laugh. Damn. I think I’m even getting wet just listening to his laugh.
“Nice to meet you, Amelia. Would you mind if I kept you company for a while?” Like a little girl, I shake my head vigorously.
The beautiful man just smiles.
Although I know I would never see him again, since we didn’t exchange phone numbers or last names, it was one of the best nights of my life.
The pain went away for a few hours.
Thank you, Giuseppe, wherever you are.
