The Sympathy Pain

I just got home. A friend of mine is going through a really
tough time right now and she wanted to go out and drown her sorrows in alcohol.
I, being the ‘kunsintidora’, went with her for moral support and well, for what
I’m most useful for - comic relief. All the way from Sharjah to Dubai,
it seemed I was fulfilling my duties as the comedian. I managed to make her
laugh despite all the shit her fucktard of husband was putting her through…
However, halfway through her second glass of Long Island Iced Tea, being the
true Gemini, I couldn’t help myself and suddenly turned into the serious female
version of Dr. ‘Tell-it-like-it-is’ Phil. I told her what she needed to hear (And in the process made her cry. Oops.). I just couldn’t force myself to
fathom why and how a beautiful, talented, and intelligent woman such as her
would take all that crap from a guy whose existence is lower that the filth
that accumulates when you step on wet floor with shoes on. Why? Why take that?
Why swallow that? Because you have a child? Fuck that. Sooner or later that kid
is going to grow up and realize that his parents are practically killing each
other and needless to say that will have negative effects on him. Why does she
stay? Because of all the years she’s put in? Bullshit. Why invest another
decade on a wasted one? She’s worth so much more than what she or her fucktard
husband allows her to feel. It physically and emotionally hurts me to see a
friend, that I care so deeply about, let herself be treated as a human doormat.
I don’t know how to make her understand that letting go now is for the best,
and even though it might hurt like hell, it’s just the way that it should be. I
don’t know how to open her eyes up to the reality that sometimes the best way
may not be the easy way, but it could be the only way. Of course, who am I to
talk, when I’m the one who still cries whenever I think of the fact that my
first love is already married to someone else. But then again, after that brief
moment of sadness and despair, I dry my eyes and I say to myself “Get over it.
Your tears won’t bring him back.” – That. I want her to have that. To let
herself be vulnerable for a second but then to realize what she needs to
accept. I want her to know that she needs to let go – cut off all excess baggage
and move on. It pains me to see her like this. If only I could take charge of
her mind and hear so that she would stop torturing herself, I would. But it’s
impossible and all I can do is pray for God to give her strength to overcome
all of these obstacles and in the end find all the peace, joy, and love that
she deserves.

The rain will end and the colors of hope and promise will soon come.

Uncategorized | Comment (0)