on friends, and the comforting thereof
Monday was an ordinary, slow day at the store. I was doing my baking thing, looking forward to having some soup (vegetarian soup!) for my lunch. At approx. 11:30 am, my friend (lets call her Chula) comes up to my table, looking down, hands pressed to her face. We tease and girl-flirt constantly, so I smile and try to get at her hands. Then I see the blotchy eyes and her tears, and my hearts falls. Whenever I see one of the girls at work crying, my first instinct is to mother-hen them. So I gather tissues and necessities required for the act of comforting, then take my Chula to my walk-in cooler for some privacy. She can't seem to coherently speak right now, so she shoves her phone at me, and I proceeded to decipher half-a-dozen texts between her and her (ex?-) boyfriend.
The story is that he shot her a text while he knew she was at work, about him still having feeling for his ex-girlfriend. Now, mind, Chula and he have been talking/seeing/exclusively boinking for about six months. Two days prior to this he gave her a key to his new apartment, so once she is calm and fluent again, she is confused and rightfully hurt.
Today she asked me to drive her to his apartment and drop his things of his that she has at his apartment. He has not texted, called, or seen her since the catalyst text. She refuses to speak with him unless its over the phone or in person.
I'm making this an entry because I don't want to forget the act of how strong I think she is. By turns stoic and chatty, witty, and always intelligent. The only thing I could really tell her was that she would be all right in the end, whatever the outcome, and I believe that.
Introspectively, she actively came to me at work to seek comfort. I'm all at once awed and flattered by this, because I do not view myself as a strong person, nor one that would seem the safe or comforting go to. She's told me thank you many times in the past few days, and I don't know how to answer her other than thank you in return, because I am humbled by her trust.
The story is that he shot her a text while he knew she was at work, about him still having feeling for his ex-girlfriend. Now, mind, Chula and he have been talking/seeing/exclusively boinking for about six months. Two days prior to this he gave her a key to his new apartment, so once she is calm and fluent again, she is confused and rightfully hurt.
Today she asked me to drive her to his apartment and drop his things of his that she has at his apartment. He has not texted, called, or seen her since the catalyst text. She refuses to speak with him unless its over the phone or in person.
I'm making this an entry because I don't want to forget the act of how strong I think she is. By turns stoic and chatty, witty, and always intelligent. The only thing I could really tell her was that she would be all right in the end, whatever the outcome, and I believe that.
Introspectively, she actively came to me at work to seek comfort. I'm all at once awed and flattered by this, because I do not view myself as a strong person, nor one that would seem the safe or comforting go to. She's told me thank you many times in the past few days, and I don't know how to answer her other than thank you in return, because I am humbled by her trust.