The bitter end of a romance

I had not seen or heard from my ride or die chick Rosa for two weeks. Two weeks is a very long time in these “connected” times to go without hearing from anybody who is close to you.

When I failed to get her on her phones, I called her work place and was told that she was on leave. I started sensing something wrong.

I decided to pay her a visit at her home. The first thing I spotted was her car which was covered in dust. This was a bad sign. Rosa is finicky about her car; she spends more on its maintenance than it cost.

I steeled myself and knocked on the front door but got no answer. I went to her bedroom window, banged and called her name until a weak voice said “go away, I am not here.” I told her I would not leave until she came out and talked to me.

Two hours later she opened and let me in to what looked like a dump yard. The living room had been overtaken by garbage; unwashed crockery, discarded dirty laundry and empty bottles of booze. She looked like standing up was too much effort so I let her go to bed when she told me she wanted to lie down.

I cleaned up the living room. I begged her to take a shower and while she was in the bathroom, I cleaned up her bedroom too. It was now time to feed her, which was harder than all the cleaning I had done.

Clearly she had not eaten in weeks and had no appetite for anything. We settled on an assortment of Chinese food which was delivered at home.

To wash down the food, we drunk bottles of white wine, which did the trick of opening her up. By the time we got to the third bottle, tears and mucus were in free-flow as she told me how she had been dumped by Greg.
Greg is this much older man who chased her for three years.

When she finally gave in to his advances he took off a whole month from work to take her on a world tour. For those weeks, Rosa was the envy of our small circle regaling us with stories of having dinner in Paris and going for a fashion show in Milan. On her return she had enough new clothes and a new Land Rover.

And the just like that, he broke off communication. She tried reaching him on all his numbers and social media platforms but he was not forthcoming. When she forced him to talk her, he claimed to be busy. Eventually he told her he needed a break.

“How could he say he needed a break from me? From what we had? He said I was his princess? Did I do something to spoil my dream?” Rosa cried out. I had no answers. I could only pray that she would get over the heartbreak and life would go back to normal.