shopping was great. One true sigh of a great shopping day is the fact that my feet are telling me that I suck. I tried to be the best and most chipper person I could be, laughing at all the right moments, checking out all the cute boys that would make us all cradle robbers, and really trying to put on a great front. It was just what I needed for the time being. Tomorrow would be another day and I could work it away with new high/low lig hts, perms, and give a since of confidence to anyone who sits in my chair.
As Thursday rounded the corner I was beginning to feel better about myself. Yesterdays shopping and today’s busy schedule really helped me forget about the men (or the lack there of) in my life.
Just as the day was coming to an end a floral shop delivery man walked into the salon delivering a gorgeous bouquet of calla lilies. “Kris looks like your hubby sent you flowers again! What did he do this time?” I told the man to leave them on the reception desk and told him Kris would be out n a minute to sign for them.
“I don’t think he did anything this time. Well not that I remember. Maybe these are just his way of saying he is sorry in advance or something. I am not really sure.” She signed for the flower and started sniffing the beautiful arrangement.
A little ting of jealousy hit me. My ex never sent me flowers; he said they were a waist simply because they would die. I told him it was the thought of them, just the thought that someone was thinking about you, something like that can really make a girls day. I was lost in my thoughts not even hearing Kris saying my name over and over again.
“Oh sorry what’s up. I got lost in myself for a moment.” I turned around to see her holding a little note in her left hand. I pulled away from my client and walked over to her.
“What did the hubby say? Is it something mushy for you??” She was flashing me that little grin of hers and shaking her head. “You will just have to read it and see what it says, it’s really good.”
I looked at her for a moment because really who wants to read what someone else’s husband wrote their wife? I would normally be all giddy and happy for my friend but after these last two weeks I wasn’t in the mood to be dragged into someone else’s perfect little romance novel. No I wanted my pity. That little voice in the back in my head was yelling at me saying how much of a terrible friend I was being. Which is completely true. So I straightened up and took the card from her hand and began to read the mushy note her wonderful husband sent her.
I was not prepared to read what I read next. I read the note over and over trying to figure out what to say, my brain was screaming and my heart was pounding out of my chest.
Ryan- Let me glue you back together – Caleb
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. I was just standing there trying to figure out what to do what. No words were forming in my mouth. Amanda and Kylie came running over and grabbed the card out of my hand reading it also.
I turned to leave and headed back to my client. My mind was swimming and my heart was mixed with all sorts of emotions. He wants to glue me back together? I put a smile on my face and continued my work. It came as no surprise that the girls were watching me.
“Ry-“ I held my hand up to stop Kylie from finishing her sentence. “Nope.” I snapped back.
“Bu- “ Kris preceded to say as I cut her off with a nasty glare. I shot a look to Amanda to let her know that she was not going to even try. That was all it took and she shut her mouth.
We ended our day without any words. I put the card I my desk drawer in my office. I could not break down here; I needed to keep it together so the girls wouldn’t see how much it affected me. I stayed in my office a little longer than I needed and heard the girls yell bye as they left.
Finally feeling better I shut the office door and began to walk
As Thursday rounded the corner I was beginning to feel better about myself. Yesterdays shopping and today’s busy schedule really helped me forget about the men (or the lack there of) in my life.
Just as the day was coming to an end a floral shop delivery man walked into the salon delivering a gorgeous bouquet of calla lilies. “Kris looks like your hubby sent you flowers again! What did he do this time?” I told the man to leave them on the reception desk and told him Kris would be out n a minute to sign for them.
“I don’t think he did anything this time. Well not that I remember. Maybe these are just his way of saying he is sorry in advance or something. I am not really sure.” She signed for the flower and started sniffing the beautiful arrangement.
A little ting of jealousy hit me. My ex never sent me flowers; he said they were a waist simply because they would die. I told him it was the thought of them, just the thought that someone was thinking about you, something like that can really make a girls day. I was lost in my thoughts not even hearing Kris saying my name over and over again.
“Oh sorry what’s up. I got lost in myself for a moment.” I turned around to see her holding a little note in her left hand. I pulled away from my client and walked over to her.
“What did the hubby say? Is it something mushy for you??” She was flashing me that little grin of hers and shaking her head. “You will just have to read it and see what it says, it’s really good.”
I looked at her for a moment because really who wants to read what someone else’s husband wrote their wife? I would normally be all giddy and happy for my friend but after these last two weeks I wasn’t in the mood to be dragged into someone else’s perfect little romance novel. No I wanted my pity. That little voice in the back in my head was yelling at me saying how much of a terrible friend I was being. Which is completely true. So I straightened up and took the card from her hand and began to read the mushy note her wonderful husband sent her.
I was not prepared to read what I read next. I read the note over and over trying to figure out what to say, my brain was screaming and my heart was pounding out of my chest.
Ryan- Let me glue you back together – Caleb
I couldn’t breathe, I couldn’t move. I was just standing there trying to figure out what to do what. No words were forming in my mouth. Amanda and Kylie came running over and grabbed the card out of my hand reading it also.
I turned to leave and headed back to my client. My mind was swimming and my heart was mixed with all sorts of emotions. He wants to glue me back together? I put a smile on my face and continued my work. It came as no surprise that the girls were watching me.
“Ry-“ I held my hand up to stop Kylie from finishing her sentence. “Nope.” I snapped back.
“Bu- “ Kris preceded to say as I cut her off with a nasty glare. I shot a look to Amanda to let her know that she was not going to even try. That was all it took and she shut her mouth.
We ended our day without any words. I put the card I my desk drawer in my office. I could not break down here; I needed to keep it together so the girls wouldn’t see how much it affected me. I stayed in my office a little longer than I needed and heard the girls yell bye as they left.
Finally feeling better I shut the office door and began to walk
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