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To Sweden With Love
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I walked into my dark house... The one I shared with my boyfriend... Well, now ex-boyfriend. There are so many bad memories here, but I can't afford to move anywhere else right now.
I was in a very verbally abusive and controlling relationship and I just recently got out of it. A few weeks after that happened, I got fired from my job because I wasn't working as effectively as I was when they hired me.
Oh well...
My phone vibrated. It was Olivia asking to go out for lunch.
I agreed.
I try to stay out of this house as much as I can.
---
I met Olivia at Rivertowne for lunch. I was there before her, so I waved her over to where I was sitting.
"Wow, you look like you could kill someone," I joked.
She sighed, "Michael went out again last night and once again, didn't come home until late this morning."
I laughed. "Sorry, it really isn't funny, but I told you that you'd never make the alter."
She rolled her eyes at me. "Change of subject. How was Patric's house?"
"It was lovely, thank you. I even got pancakes this morning. But um, how did you even get home last night?"
Before she could answer, we heard someone yell, "BEST FRIEND" from across the restaurant.
I turned around to see Carl Hagelin. "Him? Seriously?" I mouthed to her.
They talked for a minute before he offered for us to join him and his teammates for lunch.
Before I could even wonder if Patric was with him, I exclaimed a big "yes!" But Olivia was in a rush and needed to get off right away.
"Okay, story now!" I said as he walked away.
She told me about what all happened last night after I left.
"Oh my God, Liv. He definitely likes you! Now I for sure know you won't make it to the alter!"
She rolled her eyes at me again.
"Since you seem so convinced you're actually going to make it down the aisle, we have another issue," I sighed. "I don't even have a date yet."
"You're my maid of honor," she replied. "Surely you'll still have a great time without a date."
"Yeah, but it's better to have one than not." I played with the food remaining on my plate. "Besides, I haven't even gone on an actual date since I broke up with Adam."
I don't know why I brought him up. Bad memories flashed through my head.
"What about asking Patric?" Olivia suggested.
"He's married..." I sighed.
"So what? When did that ever stop you?"
She was right. That never stopped me before. I've flirted with so many married men in my life. I'm sure I can find a way to convince him.
---
Later that day, I ended up sitting in my house with nothing to do. I didn't even bother turning the television on. I just sat there... in silence.
I hated being here. I hate everything about this place.
I should do something to make it better for myself, but I had no motivation to do that. I haven't had motivation to do anything for the last four months.
Lying on the couch, I cried myself to sleep.
---
A few hours had passed. My phone rang. I expected it to be anyone but him: Adam.
Why? Why is he calling me?
I had no reason to talk to him so I let it go to voicemail.
My stomach turned, and I didn't want to listen to the message.
Do I listen to it or don't I? Could something have happened? Why do I care? Why should I care?
I listened to it.
"God dammit, Arielle," he sounded angry. "It's been six months. Just call me back, I need to talk to you."
I started to cry again.
After I calmed myself down, I texted Patric to see if it was okay if I called him.
"Hey, älskling," Patric said as answered the phone.
"Hi," I tried to say without him noticing I was upset. But that didn't work.
"What's wrong, älskling?"
I sighed, trying not to start crying again. "My boyfr-- ex boyfriend, just called me and everything has just been flooding back into my mind and I don't want to go back into another pit of depression." I rambled on.
"Okej, okej. Just take some deep breaths," he tried to calm me down.
"My chest has hurt me ever since you brought me home this morning," I confessed. "And I don't know why he would want me to call him. What more could he say to me? He's said enough already."
"Don't call him. If it's that important he'd make it important."
I took a deep breath. "I guess you're right. I just wish I had somewhere else to go right now. This place isn't good for me."
"Do you want to go to the rink and we can talk more? I can come pick you up," he offered.
"That'd be great," a small smile came across my face.
Just a friend being a friend, right?
I was in a very verbally abusive and controlling relationship and I just recently got out of it. A few weeks after that happened, I got fired from my job because I wasn't working as effectively as I was when they hired me.
Oh well...
My phone vibrated. It was Olivia asking to go out for lunch.
I agreed.
I try to stay out of this house as much as I can.
---
I met Olivia at Rivertowne for lunch. I was there before her, so I waved her over to where I was sitting.
"Wow, you look like you could kill someone," I joked.
She sighed, "Michael went out again last night and once again, didn't come home until late this morning."
I laughed. "Sorry, it really isn't funny, but I told you that you'd never make the alter."
She rolled her eyes at me. "Change of subject. How was Patric's house?"
"It was lovely, thank you. I even got pancakes this morning. But um, how did you even get home last night?"
Before she could answer, we heard someone yell, "BEST FRIEND" from across the restaurant.
I turned around to see Carl Hagelin. "Him? Seriously?" I mouthed to her.
They talked for a minute before he offered for us to join him and his teammates for lunch.
Before I could even wonder if Patric was with him, I exclaimed a big "yes!" But Olivia was in a rush and needed to get off right away.
"Okay, story now!" I said as he walked away.
She told me about what all happened last night after I left.
"Oh my God, Liv. He definitely likes you! Now I for sure know you won't make it to the alter!"
She rolled her eyes at me again.
"Since you seem so convinced you're actually going to make it down the aisle, we have another issue," I sighed. "I don't even have a date yet."
"You're my maid of honor," she replied. "Surely you'll still have a great time without a date."
"Yeah, but it's better to have one than not." I played with the food remaining on my plate. "Besides, I haven't even gone on an actual date since I broke up with Adam."
I don't know why I brought him up. Bad memories flashed through my head.
"What about asking Patric?" Olivia suggested.
"He's married..." I sighed.
"So what? When did that ever stop you?"
She was right. That never stopped me before. I've flirted with so many married men in my life. I'm sure I can find a way to convince him.
---
Later that day, I ended up sitting in my house with nothing to do. I didn't even bother turning the television on. I just sat there... in silence.
I hated being here. I hate everything about this place.
I should do something to make it better for myself, but I had no motivation to do that. I haven't had motivation to do anything for the last four months.
Lying on the couch, I cried myself to sleep.
---
A few hours had passed. My phone rang. I expected it to be anyone but him: Adam.
Why? Why is he calling me?
I had no reason to talk to him so I let it go to voicemail.
My stomach turned, and I didn't want to listen to the message.
Do I listen to it or don't I? Could something have happened? Why do I care? Why should I care?
I listened to it.
"God dammit, Arielle," he sounded angry. "It's been six months. Just call me back, I need to talk to you."
I started to cry again.
After I calmed myself down, I texted Patric to see if it was okay if I called him.
"Hey, älskling," Patric said as answered the phone.
"Hi," I tried to say without him noticing I was upset. But that didn't work.
"What's wrong, älskling?"
I sighed, trying not to start crying again. "My boyfr-- ex boyfriend, just called me and everything has just been flooding back into my mind and I don't want to go back into another pit of depression." I rambled on.
"Okej, okej. Just take some deep breaths," he tried to calm me down.
"My chest has hurt me ever since you brought me home this morning," I confessed. "And I don't know why he would want me to call him. What more could he say to me? He's said enough already."
"Don't call him. If it's that important he'd make it important."
I took a deep breath. "I guess you're right. I just wish I had somewhere else to go right now. This place isn't good for me."
"Do you want to go to the rink and we can talk more? I can come pick you up," he offered.
"That'd be great," a small smile came across my face.
Just a friend being a friend, right?