Moving On

She was relaxing on the sofa, watching Diamond Girl, a Harlequin Romance movie on YouTube when the phone rang. After pausing the movie, she got up and answered the phone. It was Deborah. “Hi, Deb.”

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing, really. Just relaxing.”

“I thought I would ring you up and tell you that the group is driving up to the cottage in the morning. Betty and I can pick you up. There’s room for one more.”

“Thanks, Deb but I’ll pass.”

“You’ll pass? But you like going to the cottage and we go there every year at this time. What’s the matter?”

“Nothing’s the matter, Deb.”

“When was the last time you went anywhere with us, Alice?”

“I know it has been a while but I’ve been so busy.”

“Too busy for your friends?”

“Of course not.”

“Then, why can’t you come to the cottage with us this weekend? I’m sure you’ll be happy to get away from the city for a while and it will be so much fun.”

“I can’t.”

“Give me one good reason.”

“I want to spend this weekend making “Me” time.”


“I just want to veg out this weekend, that’s all.”

“So, you would rather spend the weekend alone than with us?”

“Deb, there isn’t anything wrong with wanting to be by yourself for a change. You should try it sometimes.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing. Have a good time at the cottage.”

“I will. Can’t say the same for you, though. Well, it’s your loss. Have fun doing whatever it is you’re going to be doing by yourself. ‘Bye.”

Alice sighed as she hung up. Sometimes Deborah was such a pain. She made it seem like she had committed the cardinal sin for wanting to spend the weekend alone. She wished she hadn’t goaded her into making that remark. The trouble with Deborah was that she had to be around people all the time. It was as if she couldn’t stand to be alone. She never lived on her own. After leaving her parents home, she moved in with her boyfriend, Leonard until they broke up a year ago.

She moved out and in with her cousin, Betty. Alice had been living on her own since she left university. She didn’t have a problem being alone. There were times when she needed to be. And this weekend was one of those times. She was sure that the others would understand and not get bend out of shape like Deborah.

The doorbell rang. What now? Muttering under her breath, she went and answered the door. Her heart leapt when she saw who it was. “Leonard, what are you doing here?”

“I had to see you.”

“I just got off the phone with Deborah.”

“Is she the reason why you have been avoiding me and not returning my calls?”

“I can’t face her. I feel so guilty.”

“Guilty about what?”

“Just a couple of months after you and she broke up, you and I slept together.”

“At least we waited until my relationship with her was over before we acted on our feelings and attraction for each other. If I had met you before I met her, she and I would never have become involved.”

“Am I the reason why you broke up with her?”

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“No. Our relationship was strained and by the time you and I met, it was quickly deteriorating. I broke up with her because it was the best thing to do.”

“She didn’t think so. She was pretty cut up about it. I don’t think she’s gotten over it as yet. She really loved you.”

“I know and I feel badly about it. The last thing I wanted to do was to hurt her but I couldn’t continue our relationship knowing that it wouldn’t work and knowing that I didn’t love her. I hope that in time she will get over me and find a man who will love her.”

“I don’t know how she will react when she finds out about us.”

“We can keep our relationship under the quiet until you feel that she can handle it.”

“I don’t know when that will be.”

“Alice, we can’t deny how we feel about each or put our happiness on hold because of Deborah.”

“I know, but–“

“Alice, I’m not insensitive to Deborah and how she would feel when she finds out about us but she and I both need to move on. I want to move on with you.”

Alice looked up into his face and those gorgeous eyes of his and her heart melted. She reached up and put her arms around his neck. “Deborah is my friend but I can’t deny the fact that I’m in love with you and that I want be with you.”

He slipped his arms around her waist and held her snug against him. “My history was with Deborah but my destiny is with you.”

“Letting go means to come to the realization that some people are a part of your history, but not a part of your destiny” -– Steve Maraboli

Posted for September 2020 Writing Prompts – #26 – Making “Me” time

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