Today on the #WeLoveRomance blog tour I was supposed to be interviewing Anna from Let’s Call The Whole Thing Off, but she’s going through a really difficult time at the moment and sadly she didn’t feel up to talking to me today so she’s had to call off. She did manage though a few snatched words with Kirsty from The Love Of A Good Book blog the other day when she asked her one particularly apt question in the run up to Valentine’s Day: Who does your heart belong to?
Who does my heart belong to? Oh god, what a question! If you’d asked me a few days ago then there could only have been one answer to that one. My fiancé, Ed, of course! He’s my soul-mate, the love of my life, the man I intended to marry and have lots of lovely children with. My whole future was mapped out like a Cath Kidston photo collage, full of impossibly cheerful moments in a perpetually sunny, floral vista. Only now… only now, well I can hardly bear to tell you what’s happened…
I was at home on Monday morning confirming some last minute arrangements for the wedding, when I stumbled across Sophie’s diary (she’s my flatmate and supposed best friend!). Okay, okay, I know!! But in my defence I was looking for my earrings and there it was on her bedside cabinet. I didn’t even know she kept a diary for goodness sake! Well, once I started reading I couldn’t stop, I could honestly not believe my eyes. I knew there must have been a man behind her recent moodiness but I had no idea it would be my man! I just couldn’t believe it. There’s still a small part of me that won’t believe it.
I just had to get away. Ben, bless his heart, took me to his place and I stayed there overnight. He said I could stay for a few days but after the incident in his bedroom with him pointing a shotgun at my naked body (that’s another story entirely) I felt I’d outstayed my welcome. I got on the first train out of there and ended up here in Hollisea. I’ve checked myself into the 5* grand hotel in a room overlooking the sea, but honestly my heart is breaking. How could Ed and Sophie do this to me just a few days before our wedding?
I found myself in a local pub last night and I met this bloke who was really sweet and later we went for a walk along the beach and yes, we snogged!!! I can only put it down to my delicate state of mind. I even agreed to see him again tonight, but honestly I don’t know the first thing about him. He could be a serial killer for all I know. Aargh.
I know I should go straight home and sort out the humungous mess that is my life, but I’m not sure I can face it. Ed is the love of my life, but now I don’t know what to do. Should I go home and hear his side of the story, the lying two-faced toe-rag, or should I just ‘Call the Whole Thing Off?’
Okay, well thanks for popping in Anna, and I really hope you can work things out one way or the other!
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Augustina
July 22, 2016 at 5:35 pm (3 years ago)Your post is a timely cotnirbution to the debate
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October 23, 2016 at 8:18 am (2 years ago)O exercicio da profissão de advogado com retidão, esmero , zelo, honestidade, e dedicação , e uma missão onde o serviço publico e carente. Confiamos na sua vitoria como um grande defensor da sociedade. Parabens ao Prefeito Juran pela sabia escolha do seu nome para representa-lo na esfera da justiça. um forte abraços Dr Celso
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November 14, 2016 at 3:58 pm (2 years ago)Ampa jajajaaj si tarta de fresa-rosita fresita en México…ya ves mi mamá era trendy desde los ochenta´s y lo hecho a mano se valoraba menos jajaja pero gané primer lugar en el concurso y la foto es parte del baúl de los recuerdos. En cuanto a ser despegaa tranquila que asà tu hija tendrá que pagar menos de mudanza si le mandas su baúl a otro lado del mundo. Un besote desmadroso
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November 16, 2016 at 12:45 pm (2 years ago)That’s cleared my thoughts. Thanks for contributing.