Part 7…

“I’m sorry.”

I read the text again.

The words remain.

“I’m sorry.”

Was this some sick joke?

I ignore it. Lock my phone screen.

My homepage lights up again.

“I have to see you.”

I laugh to myself. This was becoming a joke.

What am I supposed to say?

I put my phone on silent. And hide it under my pillow.

I close my eyes.

Please let me fall asleep.

My mind wanders.

I have to know what he wants.

I check my phone. There’s an array of messages.

“I know you’re ignoring me.”

“I was upset.”

“Just see me for ten minutes.”

I reply. I want to see him too.

“Leave me alone.”

That’s how my mind works. 

“Ten minutes is all I need.”

This was gonna work two ways.

1 – he’s playing a game.

2 – he won’t turn up.

Well.. I guess it’s worth a try?

“Ok – ten minutes.”

“Really?”

“Yes, really.”

I laugh to myself. I know in my heart he won’t turn up.

But that’s okay. I was going to sleep anyway.

But five minutes later, my phone vibrates.

“I’m outside your back garden.”

My heart stops.

He can’t be.

I run to the window and look. But the street lights are off.. it’s hard to see.

I ignore the text.

He has to be lying.

“Are you coming?”

“You’re lying. And I’m going to sleep.”

My hearts racing.

I know he would never come to my door. 

But why would he lie?

“Alright cool.”

It doesn’t make any sense.

And suddenly.. I hear footsteps coming up the front path.

My security light switches on.

I don’t want to look out the window.

I refuse to.

I hear a rustle and my phone vibrates again.

The footsteps become quieter. As if.. they’re walking away.

“I’ve left you something outside. Take care.”

Anxiety overtakes me.

He was outside my door.

He came to my house to see me.

And I didn’t even acknowledge him.

I check my window. The street lights are still off.

It’s still dark.

I leave my room and creep down the stairs quietly. Cautious not to wake anyone up.

How would I explain this?

I open my front door. The cold air hits me. I begin to shiver. The darkness is terrifying. 

But sure enough.

There on the ledge of the window.

Was a small plastic bag.

I reach inside..

And pull out a small cupcake laced with pink icing and the words “I’m sorry” iced in white.

I smile.

Close the door.

And run up to my room with a warmth in my heart.

What was he doing to me?

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3 days down..

.. and the battle begins..

Where my heart is telling me to move on, my mind is reminding me of all the mistakes I’ve made in the past.

The final night.. the night where I want to change everything. From the beginning to the end.. it didn’t even start with that night.. it was that whole weekend.. how much do you remember?

Thursday night.. you told me it was over. And that you were waiting for me to leave cos you wanted nothing to do with me.. I told you I was sorry, I begged you to forgive me.. you said it was finished. You didn’t come to bed that night.. 

I sat by your side while you lay on the sofa. And I begged you to come back to bed.. I told you I wouldn’t touch you, I wouldn’t come near you and I wouldn’t say a word to you. I accepted it was over, but I begged you to come back to bed.. and you did.

And that night I watched you sleep. You always slept so well even after the worst of arguments, and I didn’t know what to do.. I didn’t know how to make things better for us.

So I took my pillow and I eventually fell asleep on the sofa..

I woke up a few hours later because I couldn’t breathe. Every time I tried to breathe my chest would tighten and I had sharp pains in my chest.. I won’t forget it because I actually felt my heart paining so bad at this point. I sat up.. tried to relax and counted my pulse. It was fast and I started to panic and at this point, I thought I was gonna pass out.

I managed to crawl to the bathroom so I could wash my face and that’s when I started to be sick. I couldn’t control it.. I tried screaming your name and it wouldn’t happen, I was panicking cos I really thought I was gonna pass out or something bad was gonna happen. I started to phone you, because I didn’t want to be on my own..

Eventually you came and I hated myself for waking you up. And that made me feel worse. It started to pain me inside because I didn’t want to inconvenience you and in that moment I just didn’t want you there, I didn’t want to feel the way I was feeling and I just wanted everything to be normal.. but it was too late. You were there.. and you made things worse.

You told me to hurry up and get ready to go hospital and at this point I couldn’t stop crying. Because I couldn’t hurry up. I had no idea what was going on.. in my head I’m panicking because something’s happening to me that I had no control over and on the other side I was inconveniencing someone who didn’t even want me with something he didn’t need in his life.

The whole journey I wanted you to drop me and turn around and go home. I didn’t want you there, you were making me so uncomfortable.. you eventually went out for a coffee and at this point I felt my head go faint..

I remember having the worst moment of my life in the hospital toilets.. I couldn’t stop being sick, I couldn’t stop the pain and at the same time, I had my head on the toilet seat because I couldn’t control myself. And you weren’t there.. and in that moment I felt so lonely and I just wanted to go home..

Eventually you came back, we saw the doctor and everything was fine.

We went home and you held me to sleep. And for the few hours we had.. we both slept..

But the next few days.. you just didn’t want me.. I tell myself the last day I could’ve done things differently.. but I couldn’t.. I really couldn’t..

You woke up and you started working.. I came and asked if you minded to get something from the shop.. you said not now you were busy and you’d go later. I said I’d come with you.. you said no.. you’d go alone later.

When you said you were busy, you got a call from your friend and spoke for however long you spoke for.. and once you finished I came to you again.. I gave you a hug. And you pushed me away and said you were busy..

At this point you got up and said you needed space you were going out to get what I asked for..

This is when I lost it.. this is where we both lost it..

I could’ve been better.. and so could you. But changing that final day means nothing.. everything built up to it.. I wasn’t happy with you and you didn’t want me there..

And for the first time today.. I am mourning my marriage with you. I’ve tried so hard these past few months to just let the feelings dissolve and for one day it would just disappear.. but today I can’t hold back.

It hurts so bad today. I don’t even know why.. like so bad I feel like it just happened five minutes ago. 

I want so much of this situation to be different. I don’t want you to go out of my life.. I miss your face, your stupid jokes, your goofy laugh I miss everything.

I just don’t miss our life together.. I don’t miss our marriage but I really miss you.

And tonight it really hurts. Tonight the pain has really caught up with me..

And I don’t think I can do this.. I tell myself I can move on everyday but my mind and my heart just keep running back to you.

I dont want this bro.. I wish I never met you.. 

Pain..

I just wish there was a way that I could write everything down and with each word the pain would slowly leave me too..

But it doesn’t… every word digs deeper.

I’ve got so much in me right now, I don’t think no amount of talking, writing, screaming or crying is going to help.

I just want to be done for a while. I want a break from this feeling just for a little while. 

Home..

A house has four walls.

A home has connected hearts.

Home is where the heart is, and here I found my home with you.

I found my home in your warmth and in your care. Your love, your hopes and your dreams.

I found my home in your sympathy, your humility, your selflessness.

I found my home in your frustration, your pain, your anger.

I found my home in your smile, your frown, your tears,

I’ve lived a lonely life, with a hole in my heart until I met you. 

I found my home in you. 

I feel like I’m consistently having to explain myself to you.

When you tell me that you know full well I was pushed to leave that day – I thought wow. He finally understands..

He finally understands HE pushed me to leave. He finally understands that you can’t tell a woman you don’t love her continuously, that you don’t wanna be with her, that you want her gone and expect her to sit tight and wait for you to calm down.

I left you because you didn’t want me. If you find it easier to blame me, or blame other people then that’s fine. But it’s not the truth. Don’t trust what other people tell you – when I’m here telling you exactly how I feel. 

I am not angry, I am not bitter, I blame no one.

I’m hurt, tired, and I admit defeat.

I don’t want no negativity, no hate, no blame.

I really thought I could bring the life out of you, not in general but for myself. See the personality I once fell for. Just to be satisfied that this situation didn’t break you, it didn’t change you.

You chose to move on first.. you chose to let me go first.

You should be happy. 

But now… you just bring me down. About how bad things ended, about how it could’ve been better.

And you’re doing it to yourself…

It didn’t have to be like this… you’re gonna cause so much bitterness and negativity around you.

But in regards to contacting you – that was a super bad mistake. I should never have done it.

You haven’t changed…

Lost in translation..

We came close.. yet our distances never reduced. Our story remained incomplete…

It’s not necessary for the earth to always meet the sky.. True love does not always reach its destination.

There was light and colours – when you were close to me.

This world was my heaven.

And you wrote something like my name in the sand of time.

If there are only heavens here – why can’t I see you? 

The moon, the sun.. I see everything here. I have been waiting here for you to appear.. why is our story still so incomplete?

Mental Refuge.

Imagine a banana at the bottom of the fruit bowl that’s started to rot and yet you choose not to throw it away. You carry on buying more fruit, you cover the banana and the fruit bowl looks fresh and colourful.

But you know the banana is still rotting below. And everytime you fear that the rotten banana is going to show, you buy more fresh fruit to cover up the horrid sight.

The longer you leave it, the worse it becomes. It starts to blacken, leaves a horrible smell and maybe even ruin the bowl.

What’s a banana got to do with mentality? It’s exactly the same..

You have an experience you can’t cope with.. what’s the easiest thing to do? Block it out. Do something else. Buy a new car, fancy clothes, flash jewellery.. but that doesn’t help resolve your situation.. it just blocks it out.

And one day when you have to go back to that same situation.. when you have to face everything that you’ve been putting off.. it will hurt so much more. You let it rot in your mind for so long, you’ve exhausted yourself mentally, exhausted yourself by putting so much effort into blocking it out and now it’s even worse than before.

And it hurts like hell.

Your mind is begging for refuge.

Your mind is begging to break free from the trap you’ve locked yourself in.

I am a freak show.

I am a divorced Muslim girl. I have a label, I am stereotyped, deemed as weak, trash, unwanted. The lower class. The failure. I am a freak show.

I am so open hearted to new people who don’t know my story. Who see my personality, who see my face, who accept me in my present. Who don’t judge me by my past, who don’t label me by my mistakes.

It’s the ones who are supposed to care about me I fear seeing.

I dread having family friends visit. I see them hold back conversations, I see them stare. Some out of pity, some in disgust. Some say a kind word in a low voice, others don’t acknowledge me. I don’t know what’s worse..

As days go by the reality of what’s happened and what is to come, is going to ruin me. I was unwanted for my mistakes which has given me a label. My society will not accept me, my family will not see me past the divorcee label. I don’t have a home where I can be me..

I have so much to prove.. I have so much to put out there before people will forget I’m divorced.

It’s just a label.. it doesn’t define me..