Tales Of Single Sleeping And Avoiding The World
Tales Of Single Sleeping And Avoiding The World
Day 20 of The Andie Chronicles
It was just past five in the morning, and I was on my couch. I even had my shoes on, something that never happened.
I remember coming home, collapsing on the couch with a tear-soaked face.
Yet, I didn’t imagine I would pass out here.
As it turned out, the drive home from Douglas’s place had taken its toll on me.
It started fine. I was feeling in control, having initiated the breakup. He didn’t have much of a reply to me as I forced his hand to make a decision.
Or, more to the point, when I made the decision for him.
But as I turned out of his street and onto the highway home, I felt the first tear run down my face. Before I knew it an avalanche of emotions followed.
I couldn’t believe it had happened. The breakup had been building for weeks you would have thought I would’ve felt prepared.
You would assume I would have done all my crying by now. Nope.
It was the opposite. I was so fixated on the event itself, surviving it, that I didn’t account for what happened next. The reality that the relationship I cared so much about, treasured, loved even, was now over.
And, no matter what I thought or felt, I couldn’t change that.
I was now a single woman, at thirty-five, feeling daunted by the future. I would have to get used to this new normal.
I peeled myself off the couch, showered, removed my smudged makeup, and climbed into bed.
The feeling of new linen sent me into a deep slumber. I had thrown out of the sheets Douglas and I had rolled around in. It felt right to start the cleanse with where I slept.
I stayed asleep until sometime past two, only woken when I heard my doorbell chiming over and again.
I checked the Ring and discovered it was James. I ignored him. There was no way I could face the public right now. I didn’t have the words yet, or the enthusiasm to explain what had happened last night.
Fatigue had well and truly taken over my body and it was winning at this moment.
I expected James to let himself in and see if I was home. He had a key after all. But he didn’t, leaving me be instead.
I wonder if he secretly knew I needed this time. I wonder if my silence said it all.
Another part of me thought he might think I was still with Douglas, that we had spent the night together having breakup sex.
If only.
That might have been a consolation, one last bit of pleasure to hold me over in my heartbreak. But alas, that wasn’t meant to be.
When would I have sex next? Gees, that’s a messed up question I have no interest in answering.
You’re reading The Andie Chronicles, the 2023 romance-fiction series from the 1 Lovelock Drive (1LD) universe.
By the way, this all started when Andie turned thirty-five, and her then-boyfriend didn’t call her.
Or the day after that.
Or the day after that, too.
Everything started to unravel when her BFFs got into bed with her ex, too… ⬇️ ⬇️ ⬇️
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