Bet On Us 2: Love Me Or Don't

1. My Journey

Monday
8:30am

It's half eight In the morning, I've hardly slept a wink. I look in the mirror, looking at my bags under my eyes as well as, my dry skinned face.
I start my day, by placing moisturiser on my face to look more alive than usual.
After, I walk towards my kitchen to boil the kettle, I love a green tea in the morning.

Who doesn't need caffeine in the morning?
I work from home now, as I've started up my new business, it's called Roland's body shop.
Millie works for me from time to time, scheduling shipments, whilst the kids are at school.

I'm currently on tinder, I've been speaking to this man for a couple weeks, we've scheduled to meet up tonight for a couple drinks.
What do I wear?
Do I go out causal?
Do I go out formal?
Do I go out looking fiercely sexy?

I have no idea, it's time to go rummaging through my closet tonight, I can't wait though to get to know more people.
It'll be a massive confidence boost, I'd like to socialise more as well as, getting to know more people in my area.

-Ring Ring-
-Answers call-
"Hi Millie you ok?" I asked concerned
"Yes, I'm okay Kat. How's Folkstone life going?" Millie begged
"It's going good, how's Hastings?" I pleaded
"Same old, the old man is at work. It's just me and Lilly at home" Millie cried
"Aw how is she? Send my love please" I replied
"She's good, I'm going to be signing Lilly up to nursery soon" Millie answered
"Bet you'll be loving the peace then" I cried
"Yes I will, anyway, good luck on your date. I know it's not been easy for you, but hope it all goes well" Millie replied
"Thank you Millie, love ya bye" I cried

-Call Ended-

9:30am

I spent the next hour or so, shipping items, counting money, whilst trying to batter an eyelid.
I'm so tired it's unreal.
Why can't I ever sleep?
Have I turned into a vampire?
I think of weird things.
I strode towards my fridge (where I live 100% of the time), I take out some eggs, left over beans in a tin.
I start to fry the eggs, whilst putting toast on, I decide to put my beans into the microwave, I cannot be bothered to cook everything all at once.

I take a plate out of my cupboard, whilst placing it onto the side. My toast pops up, I butter it as well as, cutting it into four slices. I wait patiently for the microwave to ding, I dish up my eggs.

-Ding-
I take my bowl of beans out of the microwave, then pour all over my toast, it's making my mouth water just looking at it.
I take out a knife and fork, then strode towards my sofa.
I sit and eat, whilst gulping down an egg.
I was so hungry, my belly was rumbling, I could literally starve myself till 12 in the afternoon.

I use too do that, not anymore.
I digest the last piece of toast, I walk over to the sink, I decide to wash up.
I quickly place washing up liquid over the sponge, the quicker I do this, the quicker it gets done.

10:30am

I start to get on with my chores, such as: make the bed, take out the trash, do my laundry, wipe sides down, sweep the floor, mop it.
I try to do this everyday, but most of the time it don't get done, I don't have 8 arm's unfortunately.

Suddenly, I hear my phone ringing, the music must've blocked the noise out.
I look down at my phone, it's a private number, I know for a split second it's him.

I decline the phone call, but my phone starts to ring again, private number.
I pick up my phone, I answer it.
"Hello"
"Hi it's Malcolm"
Why the fuck is Malcolm calling?
Why would he ring his sons ex girlfriend?

"Hi Malcolm, what can I do for you?" I asked
"Can you take Robert back?" Malcolm begged
"No, not happening sorry" I cried
What a fucking cheek!
I'm moving on with my life, it's about time Robert started to as well.

"Can't you give him a second chance?" Malcolm replied
"No sorry, I've met someone" I answered
"Oh, congratulations" Malcolm replied
"Thanks, goodbye now" I cried

-Call ended-

He has some fucking nerve calling me, telling me to take his son back, Is he delusional?
What in his right mind, would ring me and ask me to take his son back?
I'm sorry, but I'm dating now, I've waited long enough.
Over a year, I've waited.
What an arsehole!

11:30am

"Can you take him back?" Echos through my mind, the more I think about it, the more annoyed I get.
I decide to distract myself, I start to take phone calls, make money, send shipments out etc.

After, I walk towards my bedroom picking out an outfit from my closet.
I pick out a black skirt, white corset top, black boots, black jacket, black handbag.
Oh Fabian, eat your heart out.

We've been talking for the past 3 weeks, if he talks like a road-man I'm leaving the table, he can pay for the bill too.
He sounds polite, kind, funny, when I've spoke to him online.
Some people can change though, can't they?
Maybe not overnight, but within time they do.

12:30pm

Finally, all the chores are done. I look through my cupboards to see what soup I've got, it's starting to get colder now, plus, half the time I'm always ill so soup helps.

I remember when my dad was alive, he used to make his home made soup all the time. He used to give it to me when I was I'll.
I miss those times, the times where he was always there for me no matter if he was struggling himself.
I hope I've done him proud...