BFFs

I woke up yesterday feeling a bit better. People who know me well, know that when I’m suffering from heart ache my body goes to shit. I can’t sleep and I can’t eat. I just vomit a lot. So to better cope and try and understand more about myself, I asked people for advice. I read all the comments in my previous post. I talked to Sam. I talked to Justin. I talked to Kolitha, my flatmate. I talked to Wesley, who I mentioned in the previous post. I talked to Timmy, a good buddy. I read what Pat had to say. I read what Mike had to say. I read what Matt had to say. They all gave me advice, backed me up and I was making progress. Then I talked to Polly.

She invited me out for coffee so we could talk and sort this mess out. That made me happy. I miss hanging out with Polly. And I want to know how this happened and why she did the things she did. She said she’d call at 7. I was ecstatic.

Well, 7pm came and went and she didn’t call. 7.30 and still nothing. 8, 8.30, 9. I had been stood up. It was like Kate all over again. I try and I try and I try and it gets thrown in my face.

I was about to call her and pepper her with some top-notch obscenity laced verbal abuse when at quarter to 10, she finally called. “Meet me at 10.30, okay?”

So I went and there she was.

Polly asked what I had been doing with myself over the last few days and I explained I had been talking to different people to work out how best to deal with what has happened.  I said I was thinking of moving to Melbourne.

She said:

Friends are forever, Edo! They are the people who will be with you and know you, your whole life. I will know you when I am sixty! I won’t know Nigel forever. I’m just going out with him. One day, he’ll be gone and I won’t speak to him again. But you’ll always be there. I won’t ever see Nigel, Pete or Mark again but you and Ryan and Erin are people I’ll always love and I always want to be there.

I think she’s full of shit. But I didn’t say anything.