Expect The Unexpected

Chapter 1

Maria’s Point of View.

It was a Friday night. Yet another one that I was spending alone in my small apartment that was located in Central London. The weather outside was terrible, cold and wet. Something you would expect in UK in the middle of March. I could hear the rain drops hitting the outside of the window with great force. The wind blew making a very unpleasant sound.

But there I was, curled up on my black leather sofa watching some cheesy romantic movie. My apartment was small; it only had one bedroom and a kitchen and living room that were joined together. 

The movie that I was watching was one of those typical romance movies. A guy falls in love with a girl and they end up being together. I could never understand how that worked, things were never that simple.

I was a twenty-two year old girl and my longest relationship lasted six months. I had never been in in another relationship after that. I should point out that the relationship ended two years ago.
I guess the reason to why I hadn't dated  was because of my job as a psychologist. It took up most of my free time and I didn’t have much time to think about my personal life.

The guy that I was with was a decent guy.  We really liked each other, there was probably nothing wrong with our relationship. The only thing that was wrong was the fact that something changed in him and we lost that connection. I couldn’t deal with it anymore so we broke up. I haven’t had much or even any contact with him since. I was planning on never contacting him ever again.
Did I love him? I wasn’t sure, I couldn’t quite tell. I couldn’t exactly tell what the difference between liking someone and loving someone was. So maybe I didn’t love him. I didn’t exactly want love. I wasn’t searching for it. I just felt like if you let yourself fall in love with someone you will just end up having your heart broken. So what was the point, right?

I guess that’s what I got from being a psychologist. I mean I was able to not let other people problems interfere with my life. But the one thing that did stick with me was that relationships don’t last. I mean, people come to me every day talking about how their marriage or relationship had ended. They usually say things like ‘’my life is over,’’ or ‘’I don’t know what to do with myself anymore.’'

I never really have anything intellectually intelligent to say to that. I mean, I do give them advice on what to do or how to deal with things. But, sometimes all that people really need is for me to nod and tell them that I understand and am here to listen.

I care about my clients, and I couldn’t ask for a better job than this. There are, of course, people who come to you every day to talk about their one night stands and how they have found the one every time they sleep with a new person. I didn’t judge my clients, however I did judge my best friend.

The two main characters in the movie were about to kiss when my doorbell rang. Great, I thought, who would want to disturb me on a rainy Friday night?
I forced myself to get up. As I made myself to the door I thought of the few people who knew of my existence that would bother me at eight pm.
It was probably my landlord Greg, who was extremely friendly with everyone. He tends to check up on me now and again. He is Italian and most of the time talks to me in Italian. I am from Italy, I just never got around to learning the language. I was born in England and my parents both spoke English. They did try and teach me Italian but it never stuck in my head.
When Greg talks to me I sometimes pretend that I understand him and just nod and smile or even throw in a yes.

‘’Open up Maria. Please.’’

I knew who it was; I shook my head as I unlocked my door. It was Vicky, my best friend. When I opened the door I had to force myself to not point and laugh at the state that she was in.