Broken Hearted

Written in response to

‘Your heart is easily broken, but can be mended.’

‘We were supposed to get married, Mum, have children. I don’t think I’ll ever get over it.’

Sally lay forlorn on the sofa, a box of tissues on her lap. This was the longest relationship she had. Three whole months, and it was her eighteenth birthday in a few weeks. They were supposed to be looking for rings, but he had an affair.

‘My first boyfriend was a boy called Mark, I thought I loved him for a while.’

‘I thought it was Dad?’

As she sat down, her mum laughed. ‘No love, Dad wasn’t my first boyfriend. We met a couple of years after that. Anyway, love isn’t about that first rush of feeling for someone. Love is spending time with that person. Understanding each other. When times are tough, looking out for each other. When life is great, sharing the good times. Besides the first time I felt real love was when you and your brother were born.’

‘Don’t be cheesy Mum.’

‘I’m not, love isn’t flowers, or roses, or chocolates.’

‘I do love him.’

‘Yes, you do, and you’ll love the next person. When it’s right, you will know it’s right. Besides, the person you need to love the most is you. Don’t rely on a partner for your self worth. What do you want to do?’

‘What do you mean Mum?’

‘Right now, what do you want to do?’

‘Eat chocolates, watch Greys Anatomy, and have a good cry.’

‘Then that’s what we will do. I also have a big tub of ice-cream with our names on it.’

‘Love you Mum.’

Published by writerravenclaw

I am a fifty something mother of two grown up children, and one beautiful grandchild. I have been married for nearly thirty-four years. My first book was published ten years ago. I wrote my book Sticks and Stones because of my experience of being bullied at school.

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