Page 6 of Sweet Girl
Without even a shred of question, she responds without hesitation. “That’s nice...sounds fun. I’ll call you tomorrow then. Bye, babe.”
And before I can even say goodbye, the call ends and I’m left with a rock in the pit of my stomach. I just told my girlfriend of nearly five years that I’m going to a movie – with another chick – and she didn’t even blink. Not so much as an ounce of interest, worry or concern.
I stare at the phone clutched in my hand, looking at it as if it has some hidden answer as to what just transpired. I’m not even sure I can put a name on what I’m feeling right now. The most descriptive term would be hurt.
Lyndsay’s reaction to me during that brief one minute and thirty second conversation is something that has never occurred before. I’ve always been a priority for her, and vice versa. She’d drop everything to talk to me if she could. That’s how our relationship has worked. We don’t have the luxury of seeing each other every day, so we made good use of our phone time, Facetime and Skype sessions to talk and stay connected. And let me tell you, a lot of phone sex occurred.
This? This utter disregard for me and the quick brush off she gave me? It’s only heightened my awareness that something is horribly wrong. And I will find out as soon as I am able.
But in the meantime, I shoot a quick text to Kylah to let her know I’m interested in seeing the movie with her.
At least one thing is for certain.
My friend Kylah wants to spend time with me, even if my girlfriend doesn’t have the time of day for me.
And whether she knows it or not, I need Kylah’s friendship to sooth the hurt that’s growing like a weed in my heart.
