Reduced To A Side Chic-Part 2

“What??? And he never invited you?”

This was my friend’s reaction when I told her that Jason got married. Honestly, I’m glad I wasn’t invited. Matter of fact, I’m grateful I didn’t know anything about the event until it was over.

If you missed it, part one is just a click away:
Reduced To A Side Chic-Part 1

The irony is that I had never imagined myself getting married to Jason. However, I had ever thought about what would happen if he ever married someone else. One, I had resolved not to contribute a shilling to that event. Why? I’m not Mother Theresa.

Two, I didn’t see myself attending. In another scenario where I pictured myself at the event, I pictured myself as that guest at the reception who drunk herself silly;- You know those people in the movies who keep drinking one glass after another in one swing? Yeah, that would have been me. In the third scenario, I had seen myself at the back, covering my face in a mask and shades. That way no one would read my emotions.

However, something better than all the above happened. I didn’t know anything about the engagement, introduction and wedding. Matter of fact, I only saw the wedding picture-(and by mistake),-a month after the wedding!

Actually, I went back and checked my journal, only to realize that on the weekend Jason got married, I got a call from a guy that had never called before. He was in a fellowship I used to be part of. That night we talked for nearly two hours. His reason, ‘he was just checking up on me’. It is only now that the lights have come on. Poor guy, he possibly thought I knew about the wedding and thought I was depressed or something. Turns out I had no idea. I was so clueless the entire time.

Another friend said to me, “You should contact your ex and say, ‘I saw your wedding pics. What made you serious when you were not the year before?’ If he was your friend, he would tell you, just so you can work on it and get better”.

I laughed. I know she meant well, but, there’s nothing I was going to ask Jason whose answer I didn’t already know. Besides, I didn’t care. I didn’t want to know.

Now that I’m single, I get to make smarter decisions-like dating a better kisser. I’m accepting applications from billionaire guys with a British accent, six packs, six cars….and everything in-between. If you know anyone, connect me.

Someone said she didn’t understand why I was laughing in part one. “I read this and was lost for words. I wonder where you were getting the strength to laugh even”.

You know when life screws you over, the least you can do is joke and laugh about it. I find solace in making light of heavy situations. I joke a lot, it helps me be more accepting of difficult and stressful situations.

I guess it also helped having people in my life that had ever experienced this before. These are people that were perfect in so many ways, and yet they were treated like trash by the men they loved.

So, Jason getting married to someone else was not news. Those are everyday things. I would have been shocked if I had at any one point thought that Json was above all that-but I didn’t. He had a record of setting the bar so low. Nothing he did surprised me.

For his wife’s sake, I genuinely hope that he will be true and faithful to her. The rest goes without saying.

These men will humble you! After God, fear men. Actually, if you see a man, run. Who would have guessed that at my age, I would be reduced to a side chic? I am only glad that I never had sex with Jason. Things would have been a lot more traumatizing for me if I had. I’m happy that I now get to walk away from that toxic past with my head held high and my dignity intact.

Therefore, instead of a bullet through his skull, I guess what Jason truly deserves is a standing ovation with two raised middle fingers.

The End.

Disclaimer; Jason is a completely made up name- as are all the names that feature in these stories.

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