Tears of the Blues
You suffocated my words until they gasped for breath. I drained the most loved parts of myself to make sure yours stayed refreshed. I became lost in aggravated headaches and tears until my eyes became dry and burned. Hurt because I loved you more than I loved myself. From being hurt to my core I feel weak, but I guess you have to lose yourself in order to gain yourself.
I’ve got those Monday blues, straight to Sunday blues
Tissues overflow the small trash can near the bed. A gentle hand reaches over to grab another tissue to give to the broken spirit as she wipes her face.
“It’s going to be okay Veronica,” comforts Christen as she puts her arms around her friend.
“Chrissy is right girl. You’re too young to be upset like this. It is not the end of the world. Who cares what he thinks?” says Bree.
“I’m just so hurt y’all,” sniffed Veronica, “Like every time I think things are going so well something always happens. I’m always on egg shells with him cause he’s so hot headed.”
“Well you knew that when y’all first got together,” says Sabrina with her arms crossed, “Always worried about what you are doing and assuming the worse.”
Veronica put her head down recognizing this is true. Whenever her boyfriend, Trey, was happy he was perfect, but if he was mad then the whole world had to be mad with him. This was the first relationship she had every truly cared about, and she did not want anything to ruin it.
“Yeah y’all known each other since middle school, says Bree, “He acts like he doesn’t know you.”
“That’s what I don’t get. I told him how he can believe some random person before me!” Veronica cries, “He won’t even answer my calls or texts.”
“He’s allowing his trust issues to get the best of him,” says Christen, “That is not fair to you.”
“How could he believe a spam account that won’t even say their name?” asks Bree as she shakes her head, “Did he even send you the dm?”
“Yeah, here it is,” Veronica says as she hands her phone over to Bree.
“What kind of mess is this?” Bree asks.
Sabrina looks over and reads out loud, “Yo girl Veronica been sleepin with me and my boys. We pass her around. Your good girl not so good.”
“Straight bull,” Bree says, “How could he believe a message like this? Their account name is Mr. 6969.”
“I don’t get it either,” says Veronica, “I talk to him all day whether its facetime, text, or snapchat.”
“He has to know this is a troll,” says Christen.
Tears began to creep up on Veronica’s eyelids as she reflected on all of her good and bad memories with Trey. Sabrina shook her head rapidly.
“No, no, no we’re not finna do this! Like Bree said were young and in college that means we should be having fun and not stopping our lives over little boys!” exclaimed Sabrina. Bree gets a smile on her face, “So what I’m hearing is girl’s night?”
“Boom, I’m finna get some tequila. Any requests?” ask Sabrina.
“Pink Moscato,” chimes in Veronica.
Sarcastically laughing Sabrina says, “I think not. You’re getting vodka because I need you to turn into freshman Roni who used to twerk with me at kickbacks.”
Veronica could not resist laughing as her friends started dancing around her. They were the remaining four of their original freshmen friend group. Now finally being seniors, the young women had come a long way. Faithful friends who had always been there through thick and thin. From crying over exams to laughing all night until the sun comes up, they were always there for each other no matter what.
“Come on roomie. Let’s get you cleaned up and in some fresh pjs,” says Christen standing over Veronica with her hand out.
With a sigh Veronica reaches for her hand and gets on up. She slipped on her silk bonnet and shower cap and allowed the hot shower to take over. The water felt good which made her feel lighter. Even the icy cold water she used to wash her felt comforting as if it was healing her wounds. Veronica slipped on her Big Bang Theory pajamas and her fluffy robe and headed to the living room.
“There’s the future chemist I know,” smiled Christen, “How are you feeling?”
“Honestly my feelings are just hurt and I’m just annoyed,” Veronica started, “He tells me that he loves me and how much he cares, but every time we get in an argument he doesn’t want to talk to me. Then when we do talk, he acts like nothing happen and ask me why I am upset.”
“You have to learn to stop putting that kind of pressure on yourself. You have done nothing, but been a loving girlfriend,” Christen reassures, “Stress like that will kill you for real. You have enough pressure already with school.”
There’s a knock at the door. Veronica stomach drops but is relieved when she realizes it’s just Sabrina and Bree coming back.
“It’s shot o’clock!” Sabrina screams as she walks through the apartment door.
“We’re trying to have a conversation here and you’re worried about shots,” laughed Christen, “I retired from shots anyway. I’ll be having a margarita.”
“Boo! So boring but I kind of want one too,” says Bree.
The young women begin to prepare food and drinks while laughing at one another and singing along to Destiny’s Child. The healing quality of laughter fill the room and eases the wounded heart of Veronica. Her puffy eyes had been revived back to life and so had parts of her spirit. After making a plait out of pillows and blankets, the ladies a circle in the middle so they could eat and talk.
“So, let’s finish that conversation that Bree and I so called interrupted,” demanded Sabrina.
“I was just saying I was tired of having my feelings ignored,” starts Veronica, “And that he needs to show me that he loves me even when he’s upset. I feel that everything we build on gets thrown away when this happens.”
“It does and if you want it to work you have to call him out on this,” responds Bree. Sabrina sips her drink and blurts out, “Or dump his ass. There’s no point in settling.” “Sabrina,” Christen interjects, “It is not that easy. Veronica and Trey have a relationship and they have been friends since forever. It’s bigger than just dump him.
“Don’t Sabrina me,” says Sabrina, “I’m just being real with Roni. I just don’t believe in settling. As black women we already are forced to settle too much in life whether it’s relationships, school, or work. I’m sick of it. If he is bothering, you in any slightest way move on.”
“You got that settling stuff right. We can’t express we don’t like something or else were the angry black woman,” adds in Bree, “And don’t get in an argument with an ignorant dude because they love saying you black bitches ungrateful or want too much.”
Everyone rolls their eyes and sighs. It is the true reality of being a black woman who is hurt. Not being able to express yourself without any confrontation. Being forced to put on a strong face and pushing out the phrase “I’m fine” when in reality they are not.
“I get what both of y’all are saying. Sabrina, you’re right. I settle to often whether it’s in the chemistry labs being underestimated by all the white guys in the room and when I go back and forth with Trey. I should stand my ground,” Veronica continues, “But Christen makes a great point that this is more than a relationship for me, but also a friendship. I’ve been talking to Trey every day since we were twelve. I think I know what I’m going to do.”
“What?” asks Bree intrigued.
Veronica sighs, “I’m going to let him call me and just keep doing me until then. When he calls I need to get everything off my chest, so I can completely move on and handle everything on my terms.”
“Good!”, exclaims Sabrina “I know I might come out as harsh, but its because I care. Roni, you are too good of a person and so much ahead of you to just stop doing you.”
“Yeah, girl, we just don’t want him dictating you,” adds Bree, “Too intelligent and beautiful for that.”
The young women reach out to Veronica to show their support. She reached out towards them to as a thank you for their support. Veronica was grateful for her friends and comfort.
“We’re here for you, roomie, whether you stay with him or leave,” Christen says. “And remember what one man won’t do another one will,” says Sabrina.
They all start laughing.
Good morning heartache Sit down
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