It had been a long day.
After speaking with GG about the whole miss flow of information at the gym, to the long supplier meeting James and I had over the afternoon, I had never felt so tired in a long time. I have to admit I’ve been grateful for the distraction.
Aside from awkward conversations with my friends, I hadn’t a moment to really think about the fact I was single and entering my new single-girl phase.
When I look at the situation I don’t care that I’m single. I don’t need a man to complete me. I don’t need a relationship to feel a certain way about my life. Yet, I was enjoying being with Douglas.
I miss him right now. I miss the life we were building.
Married at first sight is on television. I promised James not to watch the social experiment. He thinks that watching other couples figure out what they want and go through quasi-marriage counseling would be an unwanted reminder of what was happening in my life. I agreed with him, only to get him off my back.
In reality, watching other people go through as much turmoil as I felt like some sort of validation. Other people have it rough, even those whose sole job is to make a relationship work.
Or seemingly work for the cameras.
If they have it rough, it’s ok for me to have it rough as well.
At least, that’s what I told myself to justify the trashy and highly addictive reality show about people set up on blind marriages. And I had nothing else to do at night. I could have worked, sure.
But I needed some time out, for a minute, and MAFS would provide the escape.
I watched one bride brag about her man in bed. Good on her. I watched another completely forgive her cheating husband because she “trusts him”. Yeah, how’s that working out for you right now?
Then I watched this husband comment that he has no idea why his bride wants to quit the experiment. She won’t say, she won’t say anything. She wants to leave and he has to wonder why.
As I listened to them talk about their life, albeit exaggerated for the cameras, there was something familiar about it.
I had no idea why Douglas wanted to break up. Like, I had no idea at all. When I’ve found myself piecing together a reason for our split I keep telling myself we grew apart.
That didn’t happen though. We didn’t grow apart. He just sort of vanished on me. And after tonight, I realised I didn’t have any closure.
I didn’t like the feeling.
No, this wouldn’t do.
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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