I made the call and about 4 rings later, got his voicemail, not with his voice, but those who are automated (‘You have reached the mailbox of…).
I’ve always hated those, so impersonal and robotic. Besides, he’s a guy and the voice is that of a woman. Why aren’t there other alternatives that might ‘personalize’ it somehow?
So, in my usual manner, I left Ivan the same message I always do. “Hi, Ivan, it’s me, Emma. Just calling to say hello and know how things are going with you. Hope all is well. Call me if you can.”
He called me back about 3 days later while I was at work. That’s what usually happened; he would either never return my call, or do so at a day and time it would be difficult for me to give him my undivided attention, forcing the call to conclude quickly.
I know he’s always busy and returning my call it’s done in-between the little free time he has. But the real reason he would do it this way is because he’s not much of a talker, especially with me. He knows I will tell him the truth about his existence and, when I do, I’m not nice.
But this time around, I was the one who needed to be listened to. It was almost the end of the year and this one had been particularly difficult.
On top of that, I was still without a guy, would have been my 20-year anniversary, as well as my late father’s birthday.
At work, things were complicated as well. My boss was giving me a hard time and the other assistant couldn’t take the heat from her either.
Every day that I would walk through the door, this person would have a long face and would immediately start bitching about the boss.
Everything just piled up and I was reaching my breaking point. I didn’t know what to do. Beyond feeling that life was unfair to me, I felt time kept going by and I was stuck in the same place as always. That moment of great change hasn’t happened and was wondering if it would ever do.
“Hey, Ivan, how are you?”
“Fine, sweetie; how are you? Sorry I’m calling you at work.”
“It’s all right; I can talk for a few.” Lucky me, my boss wasn’t in the office. “Actually, no, I’m not that well.”
“What’s going on? Talk to me.”
“Question is, what has not happened to me.”
And just like that, this need to cry out all my emotions suddenly overwhelmed me.
No turning back now. Have to let it all out.