We woke up the next morning and got ready for work, he was dropping me off then drove on to his work.
We didn’t really speak – Im still like a rabbit in the head lights – numb,scared,shocked and broken.
I get out the car and tell him I love him, I can’t remember if he tells me the same.
I have to walk a little way to work.
I stop by the river, I take out me phone and dial my parents number – I know dad is home on Monday mornings.
Mum picks up.
Is dad there with you?
Yer he is.
Can you go into the bedroom and put me on speaker phone.
Autopilot has made me aware that my little brothers and sisters will be getting ready for school and I don’t want them to hear this.
What’s wrong Mandy?!
That’s all I get out. I break down totally in public. I can here mum running down the stairs calling my dads name. She sounds scared. Not knowing how to really work her phone she has to ask my little sister to put me on speaker phone.
Mandy, what’s wrong.
I don’t really remember much else about the conversation with them except for the fact I can’t bring myself to tell them about the phone call. I mention a friendship that he has developed but say nothing else about that side of it.
I say he is unhappy. I tell them I’m not strong enough to deal with this. I ask them if I can move into their dinning room (Mum and dad have always made it clear there is always a home for you – they have converted their dining room into a spare bedroom a few times over the years).
I realise looking back over this conversation I am in total and utter denial.
One thing I do remember is repeating something I still struggle with now.
I have no roots
I have no roots
After moving away from all my friends and family 7 years ago to be in the part of the country he wanted I lost all my old friends. With the level of financial and emotional constraint that was exercised over me during the relationship I had not made any close friends since moving either.
I felt rootless.
I can’t remember how the conversation ended. The next thing I remember is being at work having a weigh in (sponsored slim-athon for charity that had been arranged the month before).
I remember feeling like I was looking at everyone through fog.
People kept telling me i looked ill.
I lasted 10 minutes then vomited all over the ladies room floor.
I leave work telling them I have a virus.
I go home – I call him on the way – he is mad at me for not dealing with this better.
I don’t remember anything else after the phone call to him.
(Thanks to my mum and dad for helping me remember the order of the day)