I meant to write something yesterday, I really did, but just as I sat down to start click clacking on my keyboard I got a call from Lindsey.
When I first picked up the phone I couldn’t make out what she was saying. She was crying hard into the phone, her words slurred and indecipherable. She was hysterical. She was drunk.
As it turns out, she and her girlfriend had just split and she was not taking it well. But then, how does anyone take a break up well?
“Lindsey, honey, where are you?”
“I’ve,… I’ve had a little alcohol..”
“Yeah, I can hear that. Where are you, I’ll come get you.”
It took another 15 minutes before I got her location out of her. I picked her up at some shady looking dude’s house, threw her stuff in my trunk and took off as fast as humanly possible. I was fairly certain that house was the location where they filmed every horror movie in existence.
When we got back to my place she began to fill me in on what had happened.
She had cheated, and got caught.
My stomach twisted in knots for her. Lindsey loved her girlfriend, really loved her girlfriend, but one night she had met someone who made her feel sexy and fun again. One thing had led to another and she found herself in bed with this girl. A few times. Eventually her girlfriend had caught wind of it and she found herself basically out on the streets.
“She told me to pack a bag, Heather. Whatever I could carry and then she took my ring and my keys. What do I do? I don’t know what to do.”
I had no answers for her. Nothing I could say that would make it better. All I could do was offer a shoulder and a couch for the night. A couple nights. Hell, however long she needed the couch. We cried and drank and cried and drank. And even though it didn’t feel like it, we began the healing process.