Last week, I shared a piece of fiction I wrote and I was greatly encouraged by the response. Falling To Pieces is a continuation of sorts.
Falling To Pieces
As she wrote her letter, she thought back to the days after she had broken off from him.
One particular day came to mind. Following a night of disturbed sleep interspersed with bouts of tears, she had woken up late. Hurriedly she had got ready and rushed off to work, knowing that she had a busy day before her – three proposals to present. She wondered how she was going to confidently make the presentations to the clients. She had got used to getting a pep talk from him before she made her proposals. No pep talks today. No talks ever…….
Strangely, all three clients called to re-schedule their appointments. She breathed a sigh of relief and got down to the everyday stuff of running her business. But her mind kept wandering and she found herself going back to read old emails she had exchanged with him and chat records. She wondered now how she had missed the signs. All through their relationship, she had been the one trying so hard. On his side, there was constant disinterest. She was the one who initiated most interactions. All plans to meet used to be initiated by her. And when she told her of his plans to expand his business, she was the one who had offered money, despite his protests.
She began to see a pattern in her behaviour and it wasn’t pretty. To put it plainly, she was a woman in her thirties trying too hard to have a relationship with a man who was so disinterested in her. When did she become so needy? How did she become so desperate to make things work between them?
Later that night and back home, she got into an argument with her mother over something silly. She couldn’t remember now what it was. But she had rushed into her room and slammed the door behind her. Like watching someone in a movie, she saw herself falling to pieces. She paced the room like a mad woman. How had her life come to this? What about her future? Would she never find love? Was she not enough? Falling into the bed, she cried into her pillow to muffle her sobs. It seemed that her crying went on endlessly, until she had no more tears. Just an empty feeling in her heart. How would she go on?
But life had gone on and she had survived. Looking back today, she repeated this to herself:
You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem and smarter than you think. ~ Christopher Robin to Winnie the Pooh
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I will try this monday
Wow Cornnie. . . Will join monday musing, you inspired me
Please continue the story. I want to know what happens.
That Winnie the Pooh quote says it all. I grew up reading quotes from Pooh and Calvin and Hobbes without ever realizing how impactful it would be as an adult in my own life.
Tough to see the silver lining at times but I guess we need to just believe we will find it if we hold on
I think she will be fine. So many times women give so much to a relationship in return for indifference. It is a good thing she recognised the pattern in her behaviour. She’ll be fine.
Nice one!
Happy that she survived stronger. This is the real scenario for most of us sometimes in our life. And we are stronger than we believe.
I think it is important to learn to accept our vulnerabilities alongside our strengths to enhance our self awareness. Her dilemma is universal. Hopefully, things should improve as she is aware of the pattern in her thought processes and can see a pattern emerging that she is not happy about. I’m pretty sure she will sort it out soon.
So many go through one sided relationships. And some are lucky enough to escape. Nicely written and I loved the quote.
OH, thank you for ending on that note from Christopher Robin. I love the wisdom in his words.
Lots of people go through one sided relationships, often when they are desperate to find âthe oneâ. I hope things turn out better for her! I hope youâll continue her story!!
Christopher Robin, who knew a relationship expert? This is written lovely!
I went back to read your last week’s fiction post after this one and then read this again. I was happily surprised by her letter starting with ‘Dear Me’. Talking to oneself, giving a pat on our own backs every once in a while, looking back at one’s journey and expressing gratitude for each worthy and unworthy person who crossed one’s paths are all ingredients of self love. I loved reading the story. It was perfect.
Wow Corinne. Pain is the most crucial turning point in everyone’s life. It’s just that we give the pain of love more value. Truly, we learn much during pain. Nice one.
I like what you say about pain, Jayanthy. How we use painful experiences and turn them into learning opportunities is crucial.
Yes we do all have more in us than we imagine…..
Absolutely! We never give ourselves enough credit, do we?
Beautifully written, Corinne. And I love the wisdom of Pooh, always have. TY! #MondayMusings
Thank you, Lisa. I love it too! ð
Nice story, Corinne! Many women go through this phase in their life, and you have aptly described it so!