went from disappointment to disappointment. I am unable to know what I should do in terms of work. I chain experiences in various fields in search of answers, from being the cashier in a bottling factory and a tour guide to a medical secretary, and it becomes more and more difficult to explain my so unrelated choices during my job interviews. Recruitment managers feel that I am not trustworthy since I change jobs so often, and now most refuse to give me a chance despite my impeccable motivation.
As for those who do, they irretrievably end up dismissing me blaming me for my lack of compromise. I am in a dead end, more depressed than ever, and I cannot even confide in Beth. Since our argument during the meal at home, our relationship has deteriorated. No, that is not the right word. Let's rather say that we have distanced from each other. Mainly my fault, I must admit it. At first I justified my behavior by pointing out that since she was settling down with Tom, both needed privacy to build their new life. The truth is I have distanced myself. I did not want to read the disappointment in her eyes with each of my new failures. I have enough with Brandon’s. Beth was right to doubt me and I resent myself the most. It is true! What is wrong with me that I am unable to settle down for good? If I don’t do it for my fiancé, then what the hell can make me decide to ask this to myself?
I am not the only one who does not know what I want. As I supposed, Lilas and Leon split after a few months. I note that she is progressing. Usually the count was in weeks. It is a pity. I like Leon. We saw each other several times for our foursome outings and I admit a friendship was born between us. Even today, despite the fact that he is no longer with Lilas, we continue to see him. He is by the way the only friend I can really confide in without him judging me. He has kind of become my confidant, and I can never thank him enough to be there for me under all circumstances. After an umpteenth argument with Brandon, he told me in a joking tone that I should leave Brandon and start a relationship with him. I adore Leon, but I don't see him that way. Despite our rants, I'm addicted to Brandon and our quarrels are always white-hot knives stabbed in my heart. Even today I am afraid to walk through the front door and tell him that I got kicked out of my child care job. I thought this job would be a good workout for our role as parents, but the parents in question, for whom I worked, did not like my presence in their house. Well, especially the lady, who suspected her husband was feeding fantasies about me. Jealousy, when you have a hold on us! So, she fired me manu militari after catching her husband intently admiring my ass while I bent down to pick up a toy, and now I have to tell my fiancé who doesn't give a damn what were the reasons for my dismissal. All he sees is that I have no job, period. My phone rings, offering me a reprieve before the upcoming argument, and in spite of myself I smile when I see the name that appears on the screen.
— Hi.
— Hi pretty Mal. What's new?
A deep sigh escapes from my lips while my shoulders sag.
— Mallory?
— I got fired.
A first tear comes down my cheek at full speed. The first of a long series that I have been holding back since I left the house of my former employers.
— Hey Mal, don't cry my beautiful. You know I can't stand it. Tell me what happened?
— The husband was staring at me once again without being discreet and this did not suit his wife's taste!
— OK, OK. Calm down. It's not your fault, sweetheart. You couldn't help it if the guy couldn't handle his libido in the face of your beauty. Their marital relationship doesn't concern you. They're the ones who have a problem to deal with. Come on, stop crying.
I continuously sob and I wonder how Leon is understanding what I am trying to say.
— What will Brandon say? We're going to fight again and...
— Stop Mal. Brandon loves you and if he is not able to accept you as you are then he does not deserve you. You are a great girl and any man would be happy to be with you, okay?
I am still down, but Leon has the knack for doing good to my ego. I breathe deeply several times to get over it.
— Thank you. It felt good to release the pressure.
— You´re welcome. I have told you this already. I will always be here for you. You can call me day or night.
I do not know how to answer to so much kindness. Sometimes, I think he expects from me more than I can give him, only, in a very selfish way, I do not want him to walk away from me.
— Thanks again. I have to go.
— Call me later to tell me how it went. I'll be there in a minute if you need to.
I do not answer. I'm not sure I'll be able to call him after the conversation that awaits me.
— Promise me, Mal.
— I'll try.
I hang up before he goes on. I have already involved him too much in my relationship. It is time for me to act as an adult and take responsibility for my actions.
Despite my good intentions, I very reluctantly come into the house. Brandon is there, on the sofa, arms folded and eyes fixed on me. Obviously, he was waiting for me.
— Hello.
— You don't have a job anymore?
I shudder despite of myself as I take off my shoes. I am trying to buy some time, but he is not in the mood to give me a break.
— You don't have to put this off. You stayed in the car for half an hour. Were you looking for a way to once more tell me the news?
— It' wasn’t my fault, Brandon…
He does not let me finish the sentence, he stands up abruptly and raises up his arms.
— It's never your fault Mallory. You are never to blame, but it ends up being the same: you don't have a job and it's still up to me to take care of everything, from groceries bills to the gas of my car that you use to go to interviews that again lead to nothing.
This is the first time he has accused me of being a kept woman and I take it very badly, to say the least.
— I'm sorry to be a burden to you. I thought that by living together, the couples were united, but obviously I was wrong.
He raises his voice, getting more and more angry as he begins to pace the room in front of me.
— United doesn’t mean that I have to pay for everything while you take it easy.
I, too, am exasperated by his unfounded words.
— Because according to you I don't do anything? I spend my time looking for a job!
— That’s the point Mallory. You're just looking. Only, you find less and less, and the few times you're hired, you barely hold a job for a week before leaving and then it starts all over again. It's endless and I'm sick of it!
I don't know if I should laugh or cry. I am so worn out to see our relationship crumbling for so little. Because for me it is ridiculous. As long as we love each other, that should be what mattered the most and our relationship should strengthen through the trials we go through. Only, on the contrary, our relationship is torn apart at every obstacle and I am afraid that soon there will be nothing left despite all the love that we have. I then launch the first
