Melanie Blake promises to share the good the bad and the ugly from her glamorous life
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The first few days after being jilted passed in a blur of tears.
My friends had taken me back from the registry office to the house and stayed with me night and day, taking it in turns to bring me tea and tissues whilst I cried the place down as my faithful dog refused to leave my side.
As I lay in bed night after a sleepless night, I racked my brains thinking how could a man who’d had my name tattooed on his heart just a day earlier leave me stranded at the altar, ending our relationship by text…..
I felt more upset than I knew was possible. When the heart breaks, it breaks into 1000 pieces and I felt like mine would never mend.
Eventually after a week of unanswered text messages and silence he called.
Unable to get the words out of my mouth I just held the phone to my ear. It seems he felt the same because he was silent too.
After what felt like hours but was probably seconds, I spoke: “Whatever you’re going to say, I deserve to hear it face to face so get round to this house right now.” With that I put the phone down.
Melanie was unceremoniously ditched at the altar
I asked the girls to leave, I didn’t tell them why. I wanted to see him.
I knew they wouldn’t have approved but I just had to know. An hour or so later the doorbell went. Part of me was pleased and part of me was sad that he didn’t use his key.
The dog was right to growl for there was an enemy of the heart at the door. I opened it to see him looking sheepish but still horribly handsome.
As our eyes met at what once was the threshold of our home, I stepped back, as his Creed aftershave wafted past me. I wondered if he was wearing it for somebody else. I was about to find out.
‘I thought I had my happy ending. But one text message destroyed my dreams’
In the lounge, on separate ends of the sofa, he turned to me and said
“I still love you.” I couldn’t believe the words coming out of his mouth, suddenly I was screaming. “How could you say that and how could you do this?”
Tears were running from my eyes, mascara everywhere. “I got scared” he said quietly “forgive me.” “For what?” I said, still wiping away tears. “For humiliating me, leaving me standing at the altar in front of our friends? For leaving it a week with no answers?” I screamed.
“Everything. I just couldn’t come in.”
I looked at him in absolute shock. “You were outside?”
‘I clawed my way up through hard graft – but my neighbour has her rent paid by the bank of mum and dad’
“I just got scared” he said looking down. Then he started crying. I looked at him, not sure what to do. Through muffled sobs he continued “I can’t love you the way you need to be loved.”
“What the hell does that mean” I said.
“I think we got into a relationship too soon after my divorce, I never really had any time out on my own.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “I’ve spent 5 years looking after your children, we’ve lived in a home together, planned a wedding and NOW you need some time out.”
Silence filled the room once more as the pain that had filled me for the last week was replaced by an anger rising through my body like a kettle about to blow.
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“Just get out” I said. He looked at me with the eyes that I once believed were the ones I would look at for the rest of my life but I was staring at a stranger.
“Let me explain Mel, I do love you it’s just…” I stood up, cutting him off mid-sentence,
“There’s nothing you can explain, no real man would do that to a woman he loved. So get out of my house,” and with that the dog followed me out of the room, up the stairs and into my bedroom.
A few minutes later, I heard the door close and the future I’d had all planned seemed to close with it….
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