I don't usually drink, but today I make an exception.
I've filled my wine glass to the brim as I sit on the kitchen table. It's a bit late into the night, and I reckon I'm going to regret getting drunk tomorrow---but I don't care right now.
I have so much to be thankful for and so much to celebrate. I just got the stylish new apartment, it's a bit cramped but it's mine! I just got a new job that makes my last job's salary look like peanuts and I think for the first time in my life I'm actually in love.
These are the best years of my life.
I stroll into the living room, almost slipping on the tiles. That's another thing about this apartment---the floor is very slippery, and it doesn't help that I'm wearing over the knee socks. I plop onto the couch and sink into it, emptying the last dregs of wine, and reaching for my phone.
I wish Drew were here with me right now. He says he's on a business trip and I shouldn't distract him with any calls. My boyfriend is a very hard worker, he stays late in the office and spoils me silly with his hard earned money. I'm sure when he gets back he'll buy a bouquet of flowers and some extravagant housewarming gift.
Drew and I have been dating for 2 years, he's met my parents and I've met his dad. Back when I had my old apartment, we even exchanged keys. That's how close we are.
And I think he's going to pop the question very soon. He's been weirdly secretive actually, so he must be planning our engagement right?
I send another desperate I miss you text to him, but I know it's going to be on delivered until tomorrow. But he's a busy guy, even though this day is important to me I'm not going to be all clingy about it.
So I pour myself another glass of wine.
****
Another perk of my apartment is it's relatively close to my new workplace, and if the weather isn't too sunny I can just walk there.
I'm wearing a cream-colored long-sleeved blouse and a gray pinstripe a line skirt thats short enough to show my long legs. My blonde curls fall around my shoulders, and the red lipstick I have on makes my smooth olive skin pop. I dressed nice, but not too nice, I have a boyfriend after all.
I plan on getting a coffee on my way to work so I make a pit stop at an indie coffee shop. I join the queue as I pull out my phone---Drew is yet to reply. I wonder why.
I'm sure it's probably nothing.
I lift my head back up and there's about two people before me, so I think of what I should order.
Perhaps I'll get a bagel and a black coffee, I need something to keep me alert this morning. My eyes scan the indie coffee shop, taking in it's warm and toasty smell.
I stop short as I sight something outside---someone.
Is that drew outside? Is he going to propose to me at my workplace? I'm not sure that's a very good idea. And why for the love of God doe she look so disheveled?
And then I see something that makes all the blood rush to my face. A tall and beautiful woman walks towards him, she's wearing his jacket, he wraps his hands around her waist and they kiss.
Kiss is an understatement even. They're basically eating each other's faces.
"What?!" I yell. Everyone in the shop has turned to look at me, hell if I care.
I storm out of the coffee shop, anger bubbling inside me.
"What is this Drew?" I shriek.
Drew revolts from the woman and turns to face me, a slight color in his cheeks. The woman however, doesn't look that embarrassed. Infact I think I can make out the slightest smirk playing at her lips.
"Can you blame me Mabel? I mean come on" He says.
"What do you mean?" I mumble, willing myself from crying.
"I mean we barely see each other anymore...a man has to keep himself satisfied"
"What are you even saying?" I croak.
"I'm saying, I don't think our relationship is working out anymore"
"Are you fucking kidding me?! You cheated one me, and you're the one breaking up with me" I can feel the heat rising up my face and the pairs of eyes trained on me, but I continue. "No! I'm breaking up with you. You fucking prick! Go to fucking hell!" I dash back home, more than ever I'm glad it's not a far walk from there.
Once I get back to my apartment I collapse onto the couch, and allow the tears to cascade.
Two years! I feel so stupid, thinking he was going to propose. I'm such an idiot!
This has got to be the worst day of my life. I sink into my couch, and start to cry even more and then I hear my phone ring.
It's probably from work, I might have to call in sick or something.
I pick up the phone and it's not from work, infact it's from the last person I thought would ever call me.