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5 • Men ain't shit

After crying for what felt like an eternity, I finally stand up and wipe over my swollen face with my sleeve.

I'm done crying, done smiling, done being for him.

I look at the room and my eyes stay on the big umbrella in the corner. I walk a few steps and grab it with my right hand. I don't lose any more time and take it with both hands to steady my grip. Then, I lift it up until it's next to my head, only to let it crash into the mirror. I don't stop. I feel rage and anger that build itself up over all these years. How dare he?

"This goddamn motherfucker!" I scream while hitting the table with the hard end of the umbrella. I hear wood crushing, mirrors breaking, furniture falling to the floor. The room is my valve to let out all the rage. My arms hurt, my eyes burn but what hurts the most is my heart. So I just ignore the physical pain and hit the furniture, the walls, the decoration.

After another picture falls to the floor, breaking into pieces, I let the umbrella fall to the floor and get to my knees, catching my breath.

I stare at the room; a total mess. How fitting. When my breathing comes back to normal, panic and realization hit me.

Shit, what do I do now? I can't just tell him that I know and that I destroyed the room...

I try to calm myself down. Panic doesn't help you... What does? I need someone to help me. I can't think straight right now. Call someone. But who?

An idea hits me. It's the only person I could think of. I feel terrible when I get the phone from the floor, in between a broken mirror and a picture of me and my hus- Luigi.

I don't even know if it's the right number... I don't care, I'll try.

"Yes?" A well known voice answers the phone. I gulp, getting nervous.

"Hey Gina. It's Sophia."

It's quiet for a moment. "Sophia? Why are you calling me?"

I gulp again. "Listen, I'm really sorry that I'm calling after two years. I feel horrible, but you were the only one that came to my mind... I know it's not fair and that I'm an asshole for calling you... I-I have a problem and- and I-"

I couldn't end the sentence, I was crying again, sobbing into the speaker while trying to talk properly.

"What happened?" She asks, sounding concerned.

"L-Luigi. He- he cheated on me- No! He is cheating, right now, fucking his secretary... And- and I- I thrashed the wardrobe... The whole room. I don't know what to do and I- I'm so sorry to call you..."

She sighs. "Do you still have the same address?"

I sob. "Y-yes, but why?"

"I'm coming over, you crazy bitch."

•••••

The door bell rings and Gina is in front of my house, a bag of fast food in her hands. I open the door and look at my former best friend.

There's so much I want to tell her, so much I want to apologize for. We know each other since early childhood, had up's and down's but we had never lost each other along those circumstances. Not until I screwed up.