The Tragic Life

Chapter 29

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I'm regretting my decision—immensely so. I haven't slept a wink during the past two nights, constantly checking my phone, because Jamie's been messaging me non-stop. He's desperate for me to get back to him, saying that this can't be the end.

It's as if I have a live wire running through my body twenty-four-seven, and nothing I'm doing is getting rid of it.

I did two workout videos on the same day, baked a cake, went food shopping with Yasmin, and walked Emily around the local park, but yet, my mind was still taunting me.

Matt comes into the kitchen in time for us serving up the food on the plates. It's meat-pie and vegetables tonight. "I just had Maggie on the phone to let me know that Jamie's okay. They have him staying over at their place."

The relief is so sharp that I'm happy, I asked Matt to do some digging.

I scoop some tender stem broccoli on the plate. "That's good."

Yasmin puts the slice of pie next to each pile. "Have the messages stopped yet, Moll?"

"They slowed down a bit this afternoon because he said that he didn't want to keep bombarding me, but he's still going over the same things," I respond.

Matt grabs the gravy boat to take over to the dining table near the fridge. "I think some time away is going to help."

I follow with two plates while Yasmin brings the other, and the extra bowl of veggies. "It's like a switch just turned for me, and I wanted nothing to do with him anymore. What's up with that?"

Yasmin overloads my plate with gravy, and it's perfect. "Old wounds have weird ways of showing themselves. Do you think that you maybe got too caught up in this relationship without realising that you're not ready for one?"

Quite easily.

It's like I have an emotional wound that's stopped bleeding, but the bruising is still there.

"It definitely felt different, at first anyway. I think that I was putting the blame on me, but ignoring the warning signs that Jamie was giving off. Two lots of baggage is too heavy to handle." I dig into the delicious plate of food.

"I think deep down, you know what's right for you, babe," Yasmin says.

Matt wipes his mouth on a nod. "I agree. We can sit here all night and discuss the details, but is it really helping or making you feel worse?"

"I miss him, already, and I know that sounds crazy considering it's only been a few days, but I do. I regret breaking up with him, and I'm scared that I made a huge mistake that I can't take back."

They look at one another.

"It doesn't sound crazy," says Yasmin as she forks in more food.

Matt puts his cutlery down to take a sip from his beer bottle. "There's no harm in admitting that you made a rushed decision, but I also think that you need to give it a bit of time because there was clearly something that made you unhappy enough to do what you did."

I take a long sip from my glass of white wine. "If it's true about him avoiding me because of his bipolar, then I just put him in more of a vulnerable state."

"That's not on you." Matt shakes his head.

Yasmin gets some more greens on her plate. "No, it's not, and I'm sorry, but he could've messaged to let you know where his head was at, and he didn't, so you weren't to know."