Trisha cursed as she put her glass down. She had spilled wine on herself and on the couch. Quickly she grabbed a Kleenex from the coffee table to dab the stain. Clumsy Trisha, the name her friends had given her. The queen of spilling food on the table, on herself, dropping her cutlery in a fancy restaurant, trip over something to name a few. Once she tripped over a pebble and almost fell off a cliff in Crete.
“That scumbag” she hissed. She hated it when her mind wondered off to her ‘precious previous life’ as she was used to calling it now. It made Trisha wonder, how her feelings for the man she once loved so deeply, had turned into utter hatred.
She had changed into a fresh shirt and was preparing dinner. An easy one pot rice and vegetables with a Greek green salad. Cooking relaxed Trisha, she hummed a song while cutting the vegetables.
Phone call from Diya
Then her phone started ringing. Quickly she rinsed her hands and took a look at the display. A smile appeared on her face. It was her cousin who lived abroad with her two children. She had made a brave step and moved to the USA after a messy divorce . She now worked as a school teacher at an International school.
“Hi Diya”, Trisha said in a cheerful voice. “How are you and the kids doing?”
“We are doing fine. Hope you are well.”
“Yes, thank you for asking. I am making dinner.”
“It is Friday night, you should go out. You are young. Go the movies, to a bar, to a club, meet with friends. Step out of your comfort zone. ”
“You sound just like everyone else. I just want to relax, I worked all week and I don’t have a 9 to 5 job.”
“Don’t be a wall flower Trisha.” Her cousin now really sounded like a school teacher.
“Hmm, that makes two wall flowers? You never go out either. How are the kids doing?”
“They are doing fine, they adapted quickly, they have an American accent.” Her cousin chuckled. “The kids and work keep me busy and going. I have come to realize that I should enjoy life. I am the only one who can make me happy. Life is too precious to sulk over people who are not worth it. I have learned this the hard way. And one day Trish you will realize it too, when you have grieved enough and when you realize it is time to move on. I know what you are going through. I have experienced a divorce first hand. You know Trish, life is a learning school.”
“You can say that again.”
Ocean apart
“I am here for you although there is an ocean between us. You know that right?”
“I know. You know Diya, I am so proud of you. Not many women have the courage to do what you have done. For now I would describe my life as, good and bad times and thankfully they are mostly good times. They say time heals wounds so I am betting on time.”
“Trisha, believe it or not, time really does heals wounds, it does. We human beings are weird creatures, we sometimes jeopardize our own happiness. Hey, I need to go now, my break is over. Just think about what I said ok. Speak to you soon.”
“Speak to you soon, Diya.”
Since the day Diya heard about Trisha´s divorce she had called her every week. The phone calls although short helped Trisha seeing the bigger picture.
Speaking with Diya´s today had done Trisha good, it had cheered her up and then just like that she felt sad. Trisha cursed herself. Why was she tormenting herself.
That entire weekend Trisha had locked herself up. She didn´t answer any phone calls or text messages except that from her mother, who was worried about her daughter. Since now people were calling her that they couldn´t get hold of Trisha.
Her mother had called her and tried to convince Trisha to go out or visit her but to no avail. She told her mother that she would like to stay in and she didn’t want any visitors. Trisha’s mother had sighed and put the phone down. She knew exactly what her beloved daughter was going through because she had experienced this herself.
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