Page 58 of Our Broken Pieces
“I’m proud of you for being able to move on from all of it. But it’s harder for me. I know Gigi deserves better than what I could offer her.”
He grabs my shoulder. “Don’t let the good stuff in life pass you by because you aren’t willing to put in the work to resolve the bad.”
I nod, and he walks out of the room. Maybe he’s right, but I’m just not sure the damaged parts of me can be healed at this point. I’m almost thirty and I haven’t let go of the resentment or the hurt. It wouldn’t be fair to Gigi to have to be by my side while I figure my shit out. I’ve already asked too much of her.
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Gigi
Iwalk into the bedroom that Marcus and I are staying in and stare at the single king-sized bed. What the hell are we going to do for sleeping arrangements?
I have no issue with sharing the bed, but Marcus probably will.
I grab my toiletries bag and some pjs and go to the ensuite to get ready for bed. After scrubbing off my “natural” looking makeup and brushing my teeth, I change and then open the door to see Marcus sitting on the bed, looking at his phone.
“Hey, prince.”
“Hey.” He looks around the room. “We didn’t think about there only being one bed to share.”
I point at the upholstered chair in the corner of the room. “I can sleep over there if it makes you more comfortable.”
“You’re not sleeping in a chair, G. I’ll fix something up on the floor.”
“Marcus, you can’t sleep on the floor. Why don’t we just sleep in the bed?”
“Both of us?”
“Yeah, it’s big enough. We can put a wall of pillows down the middle.”
“G, we can’t sleep in the same bed.” He shakes his head like I’m crazy.
“Why not? We’re both adults. It’s just sleeping.”
He doesn’t look at me, but instead stands and grabs his things for the bathroom. “I’m going to get ready for bed.”
While he’s in the other room, I take the decorative pillows and make a row down the middle of the bed, arranging the pillows on both sides, turning down the sheets.
Marcus comes out of the bathroom, plugs in his phone and sees my handy work. “Princess, I told you I’m good with sleeping on the floor.”
“Marcus, just shut up and lie down. Nothing is going to happen. Just stay on your side.”
He runs his hand through his hair, clearly debating the offer in his head. Finally, he climbs into bed. Gigi: 1-Marcus: 0.
He turns off the light and after some huffing and tossing around, he finally stills, and the room grows quiet.
“I think today went alright.”
“It did.” He pauses. “Can I ask you something?”
Even though I can’t see his face because of the pillow wall, I turn on my side in his direction. “You can ask me anything.”
“Have you ever been to therapy? For your childhood stuff.”
“I did. Probably the best thing I ever did for myself.”
“So, it helped?”
I think for a moment, then reply, “It helped. Not to say that the sad voices don’t come back every once in a while, but now I feellike I’m better at dealing with them. They don’t win as often as they used to.”
