Broken is a story that is best read Chronologically to start from the beginning – Prologue
Darcey and I had a bet on when Hailey would make her come back. She thought it would be January. I told her last week of February. That is when we met. I feel like that is when she would come back.
January did suck. I was nursing my ankle and Hailey was parking everywhere. Darcey provided me with relief. Poor Jennifer was going through her own on and off with Gregg. It was like a downstream cycle of support. Darcey would help me, I would help Jennifer. Who helps Darcey though. This actually weighed on me more than anything not Hailey or family related.
Darcey was the ultimate empath. We were similar but also different. I did manage to help her through some life stuff. And felt good but she gave way more than I could give back. But she also lost the bet. lol. I still had an entire month in front of me to see if I could win.
Then something in late January had me off. It was a gut feel. I can’t explain it. I could feel my relationship or lack thereof with Hailey in my gut. When change is coming I can just double over sometimes. Maybe it’s just me. I don’t know but Darcey and Jennifer could attest to this. I had a habit of predicting the changes before they changed.
Then I started noticing something. She was still parking but the duration was shorter. Not as many overnights. What was happening? I was also passing her on the road almost daily. Which was so annoying. We would be face to face in our cars for just a second more times than I could count. It turned from hurtful, to bizarre, to almost fascinating.
I was looking great these days though I am not sure she really saw. Then one day I pulled up to a red light on my way to the store and who is in front of me… YUP!! It’s her! My stomach dropped and my adrenaline spiked as this would be an extended non-verbal interaction. My first thought or reaction was to go a different way than she was going. But I said I need to face this at some point because of the proximity.
She caught me in her rear view mirror. I was wearing my blue aviators, she loved that look on me. With my jaw line and freshly cut hair. She couldn’t stop looking in rear view, side view, constantly shifting back and forth to catch a glimpse. And I did the one thing I never thought I would do. I kind of leaned into it. I wasn’t taking the high road.
I road her ass for about a mile and a half. Not on purpose not to intimidate I was just going in the direction I wanted to. I think I was just to saying if you want a look, take a look. I could see her literally bouncing around to improve her view.
She came to the shopping plaza she would eventually turn into. She passed three separate entrances and went around the entire place to a round about where she finally pulled in and I headed towards the freeway. Hmmmm. Why did she do that? Did she want me to follow her or did she want me not to? She also parked right where I could see her when I got back.
It was very interesting. But immediately I felt all this shift something was different. This wasn’t the empowered woman anymore. I think I just started something or pushed it to another level. And it did… I still can’t believe what was to come.