Page 11 of Date with Destiny

Actually, it was a couple of weeks ago, just before the stag.

Myfanwy

AND HE STILL WENT ANYWAY?

Sonali

But he’s all smiley in those pictures?! They’re all drunk and happy and having a great time, cheersing the camera with their shit beers. THE ABSOLUTE FUCKERS.

Myfanwy

Right???! Everyone was commenting on it, saying, like, ‘Congrats!’ and ‘Can’t wait for the wedding!!!’ The absolute barefaced HIDE on him.

Sonali

Even I commented something like that! Is that why he blocked us?

Sonali

Wait, wasn’t that week your birthday???

Ginny

Um, yeah, it was around then. But it’s just a blip, Daniel needs a minute, that’s all. It’ll be OK, it’s just a small break.

Myfanwy

@ginny are you still in the flat or at your mum’s? Come stay here with Sonali and me.

Sonali

Yes, a thousand times, yes. Stay here, don’t stay in the flat on your own.

Sonali

Shall we have him killed? I know people.

Sonali

I lent that fucker my Point Horror collection only last month

Myfanwy

Are you on your way here yet? The sofa bed is up and ready for you.

It goes on like that for hours, with Sonali and Myfanwy veering between loving support and fury at Daniel. Emily stays quiet, probably worried she will be required to see me or offer proper friendship, but I much preferher silence to the unnecessary sympathy from Sonali and Myfanwy.

Eventually, I put the group on mute and go to bed.

Unfortunately, muting and ignoring doesn’t work.

Ten hours later, Myfanwy and Toni are on the doorstep of my flat, wearing sad, poor-Ginny faces and holding six tubs of ice cream.

‘Er, this is nice of you,’ I begin, unsure how to handle it. ‘But I don’t really fancy eating ice cream right now.’ I check my watch. ‘It’s 8.35 in the morning and my sugar addiction doesn’t usually kick in until after lunch.’

‘But you’ve just been dumped,’ Myfanwy blinks at me in shock. ‘Of course you have to eat ice cream. And what are you doing dressed? You should be unwashed and stinky, awake all night funnelling ice cream on a drip.’ She squints as she regards me closer. ‘You look well rested, Ginny, what the fuck?’

I stand up taller. ‘I haven’t been dumped. He’s just taking a bit of time. It’s about the wedding; the mad, stupid wedding. It’s not about me or our relationship.’

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