She stared at the curtains that hung near the window, she remembered the day she had picked them out with her husband. She remembered them being happy, now it was just a sad reminder that the marriage didn't work out. She felt like a fool, her marriage had been over for some time before her husband left, but she hadn't wanted to end it for the fear of humiliation when people found out her marriage was over.
The final thing was when she walked into their bedroom and found him in their bed with a stunning blonde. She realised it was over then not because of the affair, but because the thing that upset her was, she was going to have to get rid of the pretty new bedding she had just bought, she wasn't upset that he was cheating. In fact, on some level she felt she had been expecting it, it was a complete lack of surprise. After his lady friend let herself out Amelia and her husband Mark sat down and discussed it like adults. There was no crying, no screaming just a frank discussion. He told her he had never wanted her to find out this way, he wanted to tell her he just didn't know how. She told him it was perfectly fine, she had been sleeping in the living room for over year and it was time they stopped the pretence. They were now only married in name and by a little piece of paper that said they were. There whole relationship was a lie.
She had tried desperately to get there marriage back on track, but nothing worked. She had given it her everything and now she was just left feeling exhausted and broken. They had only been married 7 years, it might not be very long, but it felt like a life time. She felt lucky that she was still fairly young at only 29. "I will always love you," he told her, his shame apparent all over his face. "I know," she smiled "I will always love you too, but you're not in love with me anymore are you?" He looked down at his feet and said "no and you're not in love with me." It wasn't a question, he had known for some time, but she had taken such good care of him, he wondered if he would ever find someone as good as her again. The blonde was fine for a fling, but he wasn't sure about a relationship with her. That night he packed up his things and he was gone.
Six months later...
"Hey Amelia," her best friend was waving to her from their regular booth at the bar. She got up and gave her a hug. "Ok, don't be mad, but I met the cutest guy and I thought he would be perfect for you, so I gave him your number." Amelia smiled at her friend knowing she only had good intentions, but also knowing it was hopeless. "Mandy, I am not ready yet. " Mandy gave Amelia her best I know best look and said "You haven't been with anyone in six months. Your marriage is over, live a little." "Can we please change the subject?" Amelia asked in a pleading tone.
After Amelia got in from the pub she put her keys on the table and kicked off her heels and sighed to herself. She knew her friend was only trying to help, but she there had been a time when she had thought her husband was the love of her life, they hadn't been able to keep their hands off each other and that had gone on for years into their relationship, people often thought that they were a new couple and they always loved seeing the shocked look on people's faces when they told them they had been together for years. She thought if it didn't work with him it wasn't going to work with anyone.
Just as she was pouring a pina colada into a cocktail glass there was a knock at the door. "Chad? What are you doing here? " Chad had been a long- time friend of Amelia and Mark's. "Hey Amelia, do you think I could stay here tonight?" It was just then Amelia noticed a deep gash to the side of Chad's face. "Of course you can come in," Amelia answered, feeling scared for her friend. As she closed the door behind him she asked "What the hell happened to you?" He looked at his face in the mirror in her hallway and then turned to her and said "well, I should have followed my instincts when I said getting a roommate at our age is stupid." She looked at him seeing dark red running down his olive cheek. She took his hand and lead him into the kitchen. "Sit there," she said pointing at one of the stools by the breakfast bar. She got some kitchen paper and wet it in the sink. "Seriously what happened?" She asked as she carefully put the tissue against his cut, he winced slightly. "My roommate has had a bit of a drinking problem and tonight with some of his friends I tried to help him. Let's just say he wasn't best pleased and he decided to attack me. I don't think I can stay there anymore." Amelia raised her brow at him as she often did when he said silly things. She smiled at him, shaking her head slightly "really, you don't say." She gave a little laugh, then it occurred to her she hadn't laughed in a while. "You can stay here as long as you need." He looked a little surprised "I don't want to impose, it won't be long I swear." He tried to explain, but Amelia put up a hand silencing him. "It's no imposition and I already said take as long as you need. I have a spare room but no bed, is there any way of getting your bed here?"
"Not unless you want to see that psycho," he huffed. She thought for a minute and then thought probably best not to go there. "The sofa is quite comfortable, you can stay there until we find a more permanent solution." She could see the gratitude in his eyes, he hugged her and she realised he was soaked. "I think you need a shower," she said trying to be as nice as possible. He laughed and smelt his jacket "I thought you always liked sambuca." She admired his sense of humour after the night he had, had. "Yes, to drink. I wouldn't recommend it as an aftershave."
He went upstairs to the bathroom, while she prepared the sofa. Chad had come down from his shower trying to go to the living room as quietly as possible not sure if Amelia was still awake. "Oh!" Amelia quickly turned away from Chad stunned. "Sorry, I just wanted to bring you some pillows." "Thanks. You know I am wearing boxers, it's not like I'm naked." Amelia laughed a little to herself "I know, but erm... you're peeking out the hole." She couldn't think of a different expression. Chad looked down "oops, sorry. You can turn around now," he said as he adjusted himself. She handed him the pillows "goodnight," she said walking to leave. "Goodnight," he said back.
She lay down on her bed thinking, I'm not ready to date yet and somehow, I already have a man moving in with me. For the first time in a very long time she fell asleep with a smile on her face.
"I thought Chad moving in was supposed to be temporary," Mandy complained. Amelia raised an eyebrow at her, "It is and will you keep your voice down he is just in the other room." Mandy sighed and said "he's watching football, he won't hear us. Are you sleeping with him?" Amelia shocked replied "no, he's my friend." Mandy studied her face knowing Amelia was a terrible liar and she would know if she wasn't telling the truth. "I thought that must be the reason you have let him stay on your sofa for the last three weeks."
"He's a friend and he needed a place to say. Are you saying you wouldn't have done the same?"
"For you, yes. Anyone else, I would have slammed the door in their face."
"Mandy, that's awful," Amelia laughed.
"You're like a sister to me, everyone else can go to hell. By the way that guy told me he called you and you blew him off. What is wrong with you?" Mandy demanded.
"Nothing is wrong with me, I told you I wasn't ready to date. " Amelia retorted.
"Whatever I have to go get the little one from nursery. Don't do anything I wouldn't do."
"That doesn't rule out much," Amelia quipped. Mandy laughed as she let herself out of the back door.