There's enough drama to come so let's skip over the initial days after the break up; but here's a summary of what's been going on.

Weekd Later*

Callie's POV

Man, making it through the past weeks has been the hardest thing I've probably ever had to do. Being disowned by basically my entire family has got nothing on heartbreak. This is realest heartbrrsk I've ever faced. I can't actually believe this is happening. I thought maybe cheating hurts this bad. Or abuse but not just a disagreement. I wanted her to say, "No Callie, I will never take on a case like this ever again." That's all. Without that reply, there was no point in staying in that relationship. My opinion, what I needed counted for nothing. I couldn't put myself through the stuff of her being in danger like that again; not if I could help it. I wish her safety, long life, and continued success but I cannot be there to do it with her. Things are slowly starting to look up for me, though. I'm starting to feel better both physically and mentally so I'll take this week over the last ones. Even where I should be menstruating, I'm not. I assume this is the universe giving me a break. Hey, I'll take it.

Emma, as expected as been a real rock in all this. At first, she was not taking me seriously because she knows how hard I fell for Arizona. When all Arizona's attempts didn't work, she got on board and helped. Helped me get my stuff from Arizona without me having to be there. She's just been a great middle man. Or woman, I guess. I even ended up telling her that if she wanted to remain friends with that other blonde that I wouldn't care. I mean I would, but I hoped I'd get over it. But any good friend wouldn't stay friends with their best friend's ex, right? Especially where said ex has been nothing but nasty to their friend.

If you weren't in the know about where Arizona and I stand, let me tell you now. Arizona Robbins is pissed at me. She claims I blindsided her, that I didn't give her a chance. I've been called selfish along with a host of other names. I knew who was, even before I knew her, I knew who she might be. She's a defense attorney. I've had a fair amount of interactions with people in her profession, whether it be through my parents or because of Mark. I've learned one thing, it's that they aren't people's people. You kind of have to not be, to defend the scums of the Earth. Then there's Arizona Robbins. The Arizona Robbins. My guess is that she hasn't become this good at her job by being a nice person. I stupidly thought that she's at least always be nice to me. But you know what? I'm glad about it. I'm happy it's this way because her showing her ass like this makes it a little easier to move on.

I'm grateful she didn't grovel. That would have been an impossible situation to up and leave. I'm more than fine with her not wanting anything to do with me. Again, thank God for Emma. I haven't been able to tell Mark about the situation in full detail because well, like Arizona, Mark too has a temper. I could only see things going badly if I divulged too much information with him. I could see him and Arizona getting into it. I wouldn't want that drama right now.

Now I'm on the way to a place that is totally drama-free. The office with its organization and cool heads is calling my name. Everyone has been generous in giving me less to do as they learned about Arizona's close call with death. That's what it was, a close call with death. The people I work with saw it as such. Arizona's parents saw it as such.

Her parents have reached out to me. It's really different to hear an apology from someone's parents. I realize I'm going on about this, about her. It's only that I'm not over it. I never said I was over her. I don't even know if she's out of the woods yet, not completely. As far as I know, the person who shot at her hasn't been identified as of yet. Let alone been taken into police custody or anything. Despite how much of an asshole she's been, I am worried about her. I assume all the mess is partly due to her being unclear about next steps, in her career and now her personal life. It's not like she'll ever admit to it though. No, she'd much rather be angry with me.

I walk up to thr counter as it's my turn to order. "Hi, Can I have two dozen donuts?"

The cashier asks, "Just donuts then?"

I'm still looking up at the posted menu. "Uh, can I also have like a box of coffee?"

He repeats the order back to me, "A box of coffee and two dozen donuts."

"Yes please."

He informs, "That'll be thirty-three sixty-one."

I grab my card from my purse. Oh but not everyone likes coffee or what if they already had some? "Add a box of orange juice too."

"Your total is now..." I don't actually hear what the new total is. I guess it doesn't matter. I'm gonna pay anyway.

With a little help from the front attendant, I'm back in my car. I'm still trying to figure out if I'm keeping this or not. It's a good car. And a great reminder of Arizona. I mean it's not like she'll take it back. I'd have to trade it in or something. Well, this sounds like a problem for another day. Let me get going so I can do what I planned to do.

I'm happy to come in early in order to set up this little morning refresher station. It's not much, still, it's more than nothing. It's thanks in recognition of the care I've received from the people here. I didn't get a day off of work, frankly, it's only because I didn't want a day off. This was a meaningful distraction from everything. Not just the breakup, also the whole incident before that.

I have to recognize how good I have it and celebrate the people who have supported me through this. For a while there, life didn't feel great but, because of the people I'm surrounded by, I've pulled through faster than I believed I would. It's easy to start the appreciation train at work. I owe my friends who are basically my family so much more.