What Happened After That Cup Of Tea?

You may or may not remember a post I published some time ago entitled:

Well, I have finally been able to sit down and write about what happened after that strange conversation.  It’s been hard going, because my emotions are still a bit volatile whenever I recall the events that led up to that night I went to a London park on my own and woke up the next day in an ambulance.  But I  am relieved I have managed to get so much out of my heart and onto paper. So during the next few days, I am going to present the events of the week that followed that conversation over a cup of tea.

Cup Of TeaSo, here we go:

At first, I was slightly in shock, because I had not been expecting the words he uttered, and I was bowled over at the humility he had displayed.  Those beautiful expressions he directed towards me played games with my mind.  Over the next twenty-four hours my feelings developed at a reckless pace.  Every real or perceived offence or transgression on his part vanished far from my mind. By the time I had percolated my emotions, I was left with admiration, esteem, fondness and joy which before had been almost buried beneath frustration, hurt, bewilderment and humiliation.

All that was forgotten with the new-found elation he had triggered in me.  He seemed very happy too.  The air seemed to have lifted completely.  He chatted with me freely in front of the rest of our flatmates and any visitors.  Outside of the flat he was comfortable with me.  In front of our neighbours and friends he treated me pleasantly and gallantly. I enjoyed the freedom of being able to talk and laugh with him.  I was curious about the gentle and fond glances he kept on sending my way.

thank-you.jpgIt effected me deeply.  It was hard to suppress my smiles. I loved every moment of his company when he was like this.  I was brimming over with delight.  I can’t remember ever feeling so intensely happy with any other man in my life.  So I did something I have done thousands of times over the years to all sorts of different people.  I sat down and wrote a thank you card to him.  I wrote that I had been touched by his humility and kindness and was so grateful that finally the air had cleared.  I wrote that I too wanted us to be friends and enjoy living in the flat together.

He seemed thoroughly pleased and gratified with my thank you card.  Of course he thanked me personally for it.

I loathe to admit what happened next.

cyberbullyThe rumours began to arrive back with me.  The words I heard ranged from cute to crude, from ridicule to outright rude, from droll to dreadful, from silly to slanderous, from vile to vicious.  If I give you a tame example, you will wonder what I was upset about, but if I give you examples of the most degrading things said and published on social media, it will make my site unsuitable for readers of all ages to read – so use your imagination.  But as they stacked up, I became troubled.  In essence, people thought my flatmate and I were now an official item, that we were now “going public” about an intimate relationship which we had been apparently trying to keep a secret.

Even my best friends asked me if it was true that he and I had now “got together”.  I assured them that was not the case at all, I told them we had just sat down and had a chat and cleared the air, and we both felt so much better now.

So, you haven’t slept together?  You are not going out with him?

No! Of course not! No, I am not going out with him.”

Well, that’s what everyone is saying.”

Ugh!  I was sick of all of these ridiculous rumours.  I intensely disliked that he was a celebrity and seemed to be always on the radar for people to create fanciful stories and fiction regarding his personal life which was invading my privacy and peace of mind.  I wondered how people could say these things?  Why didn’t they get a life!  Or at least a hobby, something that would absorb their attention in a more constructive way – like chess, or oil-painting, or fly-fishing.  Anything!  Just leave me alone!

 

 

My close friends believed me, but they asked probing questions determined that there was something I was not being fully open about.

But would you like something to develop with him?  You do like him don’t you?

I can’t really answer that.  At the moment he is being wonderful.  But I’ve spent months thinking he could not stand me because he has been so hostile.  It’s only been a couple of days since we’ve been getting on I just hope he is being genuine, well, I will have to wait and see how long it lasts.”

love backgroundIt was only to my best friend Marta, that I was brave enough to admit, “If he stays like this then I am going to fall in love with him“.

My friends showed me some awful comments and photos on various forms of social media of or about my flatmate and I. Most where being spread through Whatsapp groups, but they were spilling over onto Instagram, Facebook and other forms of sharing brainless nonsense.

watching flatI was amazed at how many photographs must have been snapped up of he and I during the last two days while we were near home.  Who was taking these photos?  Could it have been one of our neighbours?  Or several of our neighbours?  Or just people passing and recognizing him and seeing an opportunity? It could not be just one person.  But why take these pictures and then use them to make up stories that were untrue?  Was it even legal to be publishing their baseless presumptions?  I hated seeing what people had written about the photos that were being shared.  So crass!

There were a couple of photos that were strange.  In one he seemed to be playing with my hair, but I am sure he never did.  Another, I remember holding his bag for him while he ran back up to the flat to find his keys.  When he came down to the foyer of our block of flats, he had taken his bag from me and put it on the floor and knelt down and started rooting through his bag and sure enough, the keys were in the bag.  Somehow, someone had caught a photo of him leaning forward (I think it was as he was about to kneel) and it looked as if he was coming in towards me for a kiss).  I saw immediately the way it looked.  But, I now realize how cameras can tell lies, for all he was doing was kneeling down.

There was one photo that had been taken from a very unfortunate camera angle.  I remember he had opened a car door for me and I had turned around and smiled graciously thanking him.  But in the photo it looked as if his hand was on my behind and I was enjoying it.  Believe me, he did not lay a finger on me, otherwise there really would have been a story to tell, along with a black eye.  But it was just the angle the picture was taken. He had his right hand held out as he was inviting me to get into the car…and it really did look as if his hand was planted firmly on my derriere and I was giving him a smile of enjoyment. Ugh!

Ugh!  Sometimes, I hate cameras, hate social media…or at least the way some heartless people have used them.

I will finish this post for now…but I have more to come….look out for:

 

 

via Volatile — Word of the Day Challenge

https://onedailyprompt.wordpress.com/2018/09/03/your-daily-word-prompt-transgression-september-3rd-2018/

FOWC with Fandango — Loathe

 

31 thoughts on “What Happened After That Cup Of Tea?

    1. Well…it was not a situation I liked at all! But wait til you find out what I did…
      I am going to publish a few posts about what that led up to me doing one of the most stupid things I have ever done in my life!

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        1. Yes…very true.
          I think the situation with him is so fraught with emotion for me because I tried so hard to reconcile with him for an extended period of time. When I finally felt like giving up because he had become so hostile, that was when I went to a park on my own because I could not face seeing him near where I lived…and then I was victim of a life-changing crime and found myself in an ambulance on the way to hospital.
          I have mentioned it before, but what happened to me in the park that night was tough enough to “get over”…but it has not impacted me any where near as much as the breakdown in communication with my ex-flatmate.

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          1. I unfortunately didn’t read about the park, I couldn’t find it. I’m so sorry that happened to you. Breakdown in a relationship can be so much harder because our heart’s are involved. Your a strong woman, you’ve overcome and gone through much with grace and style and your writing suggests honesty and a real depth of emotion which you don’t run from. I admire you and your writing, very much 🙂

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            1. I have not written a full account of what happened in the park – I have no intention to…but I have briefly referred to it.
              I think I had a post called something like “I Suppose I Did Once…But Only For Five Minutes” that kind of touched on the regret I feel about going to the park on my own that night.
              I have referred to the night in the park…I guess it is a reference point…but I have not gone into any detail.
              I think on the whole…these things have not robbed me of all my joy…but there are times when I feel a bit discouraged. The situation with my ex-flatmate drained me. It still overwhelms me at times to think about it.
              But…life is very special…and I make sure I keep my mind focused on all the wonderful there is in life.
              Your encouragement is so deeply appreciated – you have no idea how much it means!

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              1. I’m delighted to know that what I say is encouraging. Your writing is brilliant and you really need to continue. I am honestly touched that you were able to move past whatever happened in the park. I’ve been through so much trauma that I know it can take forever. Your obviously resilient which bodes well for your future. It’s tragic that the incident with your ex-flatmate went so sour whether by actions taken his or others. Unfortunately others as I read liked to stick their nose into your business which made the situation more difficult. Keep writing, it’s wonderful to read and an eye-opener to how we react to emotional situations. You are so very brave! I can’t say how much that touches my heart.

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