I wrote this text with in mind all the women who, despite their sadness and loneliness, started the new day full of hope and smiles. I am very proud of you.
It was 2 o'clock in the morning. Jenny was startled awake. She blinked her eyes that at first seemed glued shut because of the tears. In a reflex, she felt along the pillows. Where was her mobile? With a tug, she discovered that her mobile had been slipped into the cover of a pillow. How did it end up there?!
She pulled it out and looked at the screen. No messages. She opened her whatsapp and then his chat. No new messages that she had opened by accident. No.The last message was from 8 hours back where he wrote that he was busy and would text her back soon. She felt a pain in her chest. He would not text her back ever. She knew that. This was not the first time. Why?! Why did this always happen to her! He clearly didn’t gave a fuck about her.
Damn it! She threw her cell phone on the bed and went to the toilet to pee. Then she walked to the kitchen where she filled a large glass with ice cold water. Was that convenient? Drinking ice cold water at two in the morning? She didn't know.
In one gulp she emptied the glass. She felt the tears stinging and her stomach burning. She tried to hold back her tears. She was not going to cry again for that sucker. No! How could she have ever fallen in love with someone so low.
She pressed against the glass with both hands. Nothing happened to the glass. With a loud sob, she threw it against the stone wall in the kitchen. With loud clinking, the glass broke into thousands of pieces scattered all over the floor. She began to cry. Pressing her hands against her eyes as if that way she could hold back the tears. Crying, she went down on her knees among all the shards and bent over to lie on the floor. A piece of shrapnel pressed into her leg, where a little blood began to drip, but it didn't bother her.While lying down, she brought her knees to her chest and continued to sob until she fell asleep.
It was around 6 o'clock in the morning when she woke up and discovered that she was still lying among the shards. She had been lying bent over all this time supporting herself on her one left side. Now her left arm hurt. It felt numb, as did her brain.
She stood up with a sigh. It was a new day. A new day with new opportunities. She would soon be going out, down the street, to work. With a smile on her face. The world would never know anything about her horrible lonely nights. She had to stay strong. No matter what happened.
Note: My first language is Dutch; so if there are mistakes in my English text, please forgive me.