Saturday Story
Thank you for joining me to read part 17 of my first Saturday Story: Rags to Riches. If you’re new to my blog, you can find parts 1-5 here.
Please note that I updated part 16; I’ve come to learn that a person with alcohol poisoning would not be discharged from the hospital on the same day of admittance. I updated part 16 to reflect a realistic timeline for Chris’s discharge, but the rest of the story is the same.
I look forward to publishing part 18 of Rags to Riches on Saturday, August 11, 2018.
Give your life the green light. It’s A Go!
Amber Green
Rags to Riches
To Riches
It was a lot of work. Looking back, I was happy, but maturing into the person I am today was difficult. Don’t misunderstand me, I enjoyed my years as a single woman, but if I were to ever have to live without the person I feel I’m meant to spend the rest of my days with- well, it would render me emotionally bankrupt, regardless of my net worth.
He’s a good man. I’m so happy we found each other.
From Rags
Time stood still. It was as if we were stuck in a tableau of a cheesy soap opera- Kevin, my on-again off-again boyfriend of many years was standing before me in his boxer shorts. This is, of course, something he’d done many times before, but having just come out of my roommate’s bedroom, my mind scrambled to process the scene before me; I have no idea how many seconds went by before I found my voice. He spoke first.
“Fr- Frankie, uhhh,” he stammered. I didn’t give him the time of day. As if on autopilot, I headed into my room to gather my things. “-This isn’t what it looks like,” he said, stupidly from behind me.
That was it. That was the line that was a passcode to activate my personal ‘crazy button.’ I turned to face him; my voice was quiet, but I saw red.
“It looks like you’re sleeping with my roommate, Kevin. What else could it possibly look like?” I spat. He stepped one foot into my bedroom. “STOP!” I yelled. “Don’t you come any closer.” Hands shaking, I threw some stuff into a bag. I was going to head back down the stairs, but I thought better of it, and barrelled through the hallway, passing Kevin on the way to Anna’s room.
“Whoa, Frankie,” Kevin said, as he tried to prevent from opening her door.
“Shut up, Kevin!” I flung her door open and entered Anna’s room. Like a coward, she had stayed in her room, and was standing in her robe, looking scared. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times, as if she was trying to say something, but couldn’t find her breathe. She looked like she was going to cry.
I’m embarrassed to admit that though I’m not a violent person, I could have hit both of them. I didn’t. Instead, I looked her right in the eye and said, “Anna, I don’t know how long this has been going on, and I don’t care. You called yourself my friend? My best friend,” I scoffed. I stepped towards her, “Whatever you tell yourself to make this okay- whatever you tell yourself to let yourself off the hook, just know that it’s BS. You’re no friend. Pack your stuff and get the hell out. You two deserve each other,” I said icily.
I stormed out of the house, and jumped into the car. My instincts had been correct. I had thought that something was going on, but I had ignored the red flags.
Angry, sad and sick over Kevin’s betrayal and emotionally drained from the fear of potentially losing my brother, about a block from the house, I burst into tears. If ever there was a terrible day, this was it.
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Continue reading Rags to Riches: Part 18 here.
*This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
© 2018 Amber Green