Silently Falling in Love: Again (Edited)

Chapter 47 - Moving On

July 2008

Anjali

The move went smoothly. The hired movers came to our place and packed everything immaculately; then another set of movers unpacked everything in London. I'd gone from one perfect home to another. I sat on the exquisite coach our designer had picked out and looked around. I picked up my half of the heart key chain and rubbed it in my hand. I replayed my last meeting with Alex repeatedly. The loss of Alex's friendship felt like mourning the death of someone. I went through the seven steps for grieving: shock, denial, anger, bargaining, guilt, depression, and then acceptance.

I'd experienced everything so far and depending on the day I could change my mood from one emotion to another. Acceptance never stayed long though. Today I felt depressed.

My iTouch email icon glared at me saying I had fifty unread emails. Out of boredom, I opened my email. I scanned the fifty unread emails looking for something interesting. I looked for Alex's name, but I knew there would be nothing from him and that made me more depressed. Six more hours before the kids came home from school. Reading fifty emails would take me an hour.

I scanned the emails again searching for the most interesting email to read first. On the first glance I'd missed seeing an email from Gregg. I clicked it open.

Hi, Anjali!

I hope you're doing well and adjusting to London. It's a wonderful city and I'm sure you'll find endless ways to entertain yourself. Tell your husband to take a break, take you out and slow down so I can catch up with him!

Just kidding, the real reason I'm writing you is that I want you to know I'm selling the Hampton house. Callie and I are getting a divorce. Seems she's been cheating on me. The day you came over she was with her lover. Don't feel sorry for me. Or maybe you're not feeling sorry and instead you think it's my karma. I cheated on Alison with Callie and now she's cheated on me. But I think it's God looking out for me. I should have felt hurt, but I'm not. I'm relieved she's not my headache anymore. And it should relieve you to know that this beautiful house isn't going to be destroyed.

If any of your friends are looking for a second home, I'd love for you to let them know about the place. I'm in a hurry to get rid of it given the divorce.

Anyway, I hope you're enjoying yourself. I'm still waiting for you to tell me what's the one thing you want that you don't have. Eventually, you'll tell me. J

Take care,

Gregg

I reread the email. Another marriage where someone cheated. I held my key chain in my hand and opened and closed my fist. I bargained with myself to get out of the house. Getting outside would be a good anecdote for depression. I grabbed my purse and placed my key chain in a small hidden pocket away from any prying eyes. As I dug through my purse, I found a business card. It was for a non-profit focused on helping the homeless of London. Raj wanted me to sit on their board. He thought sitting on a non-profit board would be a good way for me to meet people in London and make friends. On the back of the card was a list of the soup kitchens they ran in London.

Upstairs I stripped off my Donna Karan blouse and slipped off my Versace pants. I walked to the back of my closet and pulled out my Lucky jeans and hoodie and slipped into them and dug out my tennis shoes. Today would be the second time I wore this outfit. The first time had been to meet Alex in a hotel. I sunk into the hoodie and grabbed a few things from my purse and shoved them into my pockets and walked out the door.

I had no desire to sit in a stuffy conference room as a board member and discuss homelessness, but serving the homeless, that was something I could do. Twenty minutes later, I sat on the Tube listening to music on my iTouch and holding my half of the heart key chain.