Confused by Carol...again
May 13, 2011
IT is official- relationships suck. Diana – you know Diana, that campus girl I have been seeing, and who I hoped would one day be my wife, yes my wife; she doesn’t want anything to do with me.
IT is official- relationships suck. Diana – you know Diana, that campus girl I have been seeing, and who I hoped would one day be my wife, yes my wife; she doesn’t want anything to do with me.
Not anymore.
The other day, she slammed the door in my face. Imagine, I walked all the way from stinky Kiwunya, my favourite place in Nakulabye, to pay her a visit at Mary Stuart. I am still calling her cell in vain. I am puzzled.
I mean, I still can’t believe that just because she found Carol sitting on my bed, she decided to do this to me.
I had just returned home, as usual, a disturbed guy because of Diana’s attitude and partly because that evening Arsenal had lost, yet again to Stoke, when a human figure near the corner of my crib caught my attention. To check closely it was Carol.
I didn’t want to know, so, I ignored her and turned to my door.
But, hardly had I unlocked the door than she was standing in front of me, not saying a word but, raising her eyes to look at me imploringly, like someone so troubled, who hoped I would be the answer to all her problems.
I would have shoved her aside but for her seemingly vulnerable state. I could not be so heartless. So, I opened the door and she followed me into my pad.
Inside, she made for my settee. I didn’t know what to do and even contemplated asking her to leave. But for some reason, I found myself joining her. At first, we sat there, still as pictures, then I don’t know why but I moved close to her, and suddenly felt an urge to comfort her.
We remained on the couch, I do not know for how long, not letting a word pass between us, till I realised the girl had fallen asleep.
I stirred her awake and escorted her to her place and she didn’t object. But once we were inside her room she clung onto me by my neck.
Then she said she had a confession to make!
Now you know where all this is heading.
I was so stupid I had not figured it out myself, when she actually whispered into my ear that she was sorry she had caused the rift between us. (But did she have to whisper straight into my eardrum?)
Damn, she even told me about the pain she suffered every time she saw me come home with Diana.
That night I went home, more confused than relieved. I didn’t know what to think.
But my head screamed: “Why is she telling me these things now? What could have happened between her and Roger? And why, all of a sudden, did I feel for her?’’
Two days passed and Carol was back haunting my mind; the girl I had erased was back. And since Diana still had beef with me, I thought I should pay Carol a visit, once I got home.
I tapped at her door and….
Not anymore.
The other day, she slammed the door in my face. Imagine, I walked all the way from stinky Kiwunya, my favourite place in Nakulabye, to pay her a visit at Mary Stuart. I am still calling her cell in vain. I am puzzled.
I mean, I still can’t believe that just because she found Carol sitting on my bed, she decided to do this to me.
I had just returned home, as usual, a disturbed guy because of Diana’s attitude and partly because that evening Arsenal had lost, yet again to Stoke, when a human figure near the corner of my crib caught my attention. To check closely it was Carol.
I didn’t want to know, so, I ignored her and turned to my door.
But, hardly had I unlocked the door than she was standing in front of me, not saying a word but, raising her eyes to look at me imploringly, like someone so troubled, who hoped I would be the answer to all her problems.
I would have shoved her aside but for her seemingly vulnerable state. I could not be so heartless. So, I opened the door and she followed me into my pad.
Inside, she made for my settee. I didn’t know what to do and even contemplated asking her to leave. But for some reason, I found myself joining her. At first, we sat there, still as pictures, then I don’t know why but I moved close to her, and suddenly felt an urge to comfort her.
We remained on the couch, I do not know for how long, not letting a word pass between us, till I realised the girl had fallen asleep.
I stirred her awake and escorted her to her place and she didn’t object. But once we were inside her room she clung onto me by my neck.
Then she said she had a confession to make!
Now you know where all this is heading.
I was so stupid I had not figured it out myself, when she actually whispered into my ear that she was sorry she had caused the rift between us. (But did she have to whisper straight into my eardrum?)
Damn, she even told me about the pain she suffered every time she saw me come home with Diana.
That night I went home, more confused than relieved. I didn’t know what to think.
But my head screamed: “Why is she telling me these things now? What could have happened between her and Roger? And why, all of a sudden, did I feel for her?’’
Two days passed and Carol was back haunting my mind; the girl I had erased was back. And since Diana still had beef with me, I thought I should pay Carol a visit, once I got home.
I tapped at her door and….