I’d always been the friend everybody called to talk about their relationships. Maybe it was because I had done psychology as a major when I was in college, but maybe it was also because I would actually sit there and listen - no matter how dramatic or over-the-top the problem was - and let’s face it, we all have friends who are way too dramatic when it comes to their personal lives.
So it was no surprise when my friend Laura turned up on my doorstep with nothing more than her phone in her hand, in the rain, sobbing uncontrollably. Yes, really. Like a scene out of love actually or the notebook, except for the fact I am not Ryan Gossling and this is no love story!
I heard the doorbell ring and opened the door to hear“oh my god… I am so sorry. I just had to come past and talk. Everything has gone wrong and I just can’t take it anymore.”
I looked at her in her disheveled state. Gave her a bit of a cheeky and yet caring look and said“Looks like you’ve had a pretty crappy night. Come in here and let’s get you dry and warm!” and as I said that she burst even more into tears and I couldn’t help but let out a laugh and said“oh, this is so dramatic. Is somebody filming this?!”Which made her laugh also and she said“oh shoosh… I couldn’t help it!”
Once I got her inside and in front of the fire, sat her down and toweled her off, and said to her “Just wait here for a second. Let me make you something warm” and she nodded at me and kept sobbing quietly to herself.