What the fuck?
How did I end up wasting two years of my life with that prick? Why couldn't he just break up with me, why did he have to cheat? Fine, dump me, I honestly wouldn't have cared, but don't fuck someone else while we're still together. Gross!
I'd been thinking of ending it for a few months, I should have just done it. I don't know what I was waiting for, I didn't love him.
I round the corner of my best friend, Rosalie's apartment. She's going to lose her shit when I tell her the news. He'd hated, Jake from the get go. Never thought he was worth my time, which is why I picked up a bottle of champs to break the news to her.
I buzzed Rose's apartment. She's expecting me, texted her was on my way over after I found Jake banging some girl in my bed. Gross!
"Let me in, bitch." Summer in the city was brutal and I'd walked all the way here from my apartment.
Rosalie's apartment was very Carrie Bradshaw, but what a bitch climbing four floors in July.
"Well, well, well…what brings Little Miss Bella all the way down town? Champagne? What are we celebrating at ten in the morning?" Rosalie was my best friend, and publicist. Technically she should be at work, but I called and asked her to play hooky.
"As I said over the phone, we have some celebrating to do." Rose found some glasses while I popped the bubbly.
Rose gave me a look, she knew this impromptu celebration wasn't work related, therefor waiting on me to share the good news. Her eyes drifted to my stomach for a hot second.
Throwing the cork at her, "Why the fuck would I be over here with champs if I were prego?" Rose skillfully avoided the cork hitting her in the head, as if my aim were that good.
"I should hope not! I'd need a bottle of bourbon if that were the case. Please don't have Jake's baby. I don't want to be bound to him for life." Rose poured the champagne into flutes and handed me a glass.
"So if we aren't toasting to work or babies, what the hell did I need to waste a sick day on?" As if. She was the fucking boss.
Raising my flute in the air, "Jake and I are over!" In one fluid motion I knocked back my glass. Rose followed suit, bottoms up!
I poured us another round. "I'm selling the apartment and moving" I added hoping she wouldn't freak…..
"WHAT THE MOTHER FUCKING FUCK!?" guess not. "You're MOVING?! Where? WHY? What happened? Jesus Bella, give a girl more warning before ripping the rug out from under her!" I let her rant while I focused on drinking. We should get something to eat, then all this drinking just counts as brunch. I'd miss brunches with Rose and my other friends. "Bells, please tell me what's going on? Why this sudden drastic change in your life?"
"Hey! Give that back!" Taking the bottle back from her clutches. Fine I'll tell her.
"Just before I called you, I found Jake in bed….and he wasn't alone" I dragged out the words slowly so she'd have time to process what I was saying. Considering her eyes nearly popped out of her head, I think she got my point. This time she took the bottle back from me and lifted it straight to her lips. Yup, that's how I feel.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I wanted you two to be over, but I didn't want this to happen. No one deserves to be cheated on."
Rose had a hard time trusting men. Rose knew what it was like to be cheated on, lied to, and taken advantage of.
"I know you'd been close to ending it, but still sucks being fucked over like that. Now I understand the selling and moving part. Just tell me when and I'll come house hunting with you. That apartment was never your style anyway, Jake pushed it on you. He's not on the deed right? I mean you two aren't married, and you bought the place so he has no rights, right?" I shook my head. No Jake didn't help buy the apartment, and has no legal rights. "Please let me be there when you tell him to move out."
"Rose, calm down. I know this is a lot to process. And I had some time to think about my life on my 20 block walk over here." She wasn't going to like this. "Yes, I'm selling the apartment. But I won't need any real estate help…."
I walked into the kitchen and grabbed us a banana each.
"I'm going to take some time to myself. I've just submitted the latest book in my series and won't be expected to write another for at least a year. Plus HBO has wanted me to sign the rights over for the show. Which has caused a lot of stress; I just can't make up my mind on what I want!"
"Where are you going to live while you find yourself?" I gave Rose a dirty look. "Seriously, Bells, as your publicist, I need to know. And as your best friend, I'm worried about you." Rose was blunt but has a good heart. She comes off as cold, but that's just her protecting herself and loved ones.
"Jake is an asshole. You're a bestselling author, and an amazing fucking women, don't throw away everything because you got hurt!"
"I'm not, Rosalie! I don't give a fuck about Jake. This isn't about him, this is about me. I need a break. For years I've been so focused on my work that I stayed in a crappy relationship for two years. It was easier to have Jake than to be single, which is like the dumbest shit, and I can't believe that's who I am…was. I'm 29 years old, and I don't think I've ever been in love. And don't give me that look, this isn't about finding a guy so I feel complete or some shit. I've put my career first, and I'm in a place where I can focus on me now. "
I broke a sweat with that little rant.
"Where then? Where will I be forwarding your mail?" God, I love her. She's always been my biggest supporter. AS long as I was doing this for the right reasons, I'd have her unconditional support.
"I don't know yet. Somewhere warm, obvi"
"Obviously"
"How much time do you think I could take? I'd love to have at least six months of undisturbed peace…"
"Six months?"
I nodded. Rose's face gave nothing away, unless she wanted it.
"Six months, and then I'll start writing. I'll have a decision for HBO."
Rose wanted that. She didn't care if I said yes or no; she just wanted me to make the choice.
"Pulling out the big guns I see". Rose looked at her phone. "Six months from the moment your ass boards a plane, you're back at it."
