CHAPTER 1 - THE BROKEN HEART GOES TO THE GREEN ISLAND
What is the connection? My heart was broken into so many pieces by a long-term so called “partner” that even a hoover would struggle to collect all of them. The “individual” was unable to cut off his mummy who hated me deeply. I fought for six years, but I had to give up and let her keep her boy. Maybe, if I were wealthy and from a prestigious family, she would let go of her passive aggression and possessiveness. But no, I was not good enough for her boy. Full stop.
Consequently, his love declarations were shallow and faded with time. To the extent of having an affair with a friend of our friend. It was devastating, humiliating and crossed all boundaries. My broken heart couldn’t take any more. Whose heart would? We give so much of our life, energy, emotions, empathy, engagement, attention to so many people. Many of them do not even deserve to be looked at. This is a topic for a separate chapter.
Anyway, my broken heart and relationship were not enough! If something is going badly in one department of my life, you can bet all the crap will be set loose simultaneously in other departments too.
On top of that, the company I was working for also disappeared into thin air. Literally! One day I was working in a big office and dealt with four bosses. Next day, the bosses moved back to the other side of the country and stopped taking my calls. I was running the whole business without them until the money stopped coming in. Including my wages!
Has anyone tried to make a living without money? Yeah, of course! Has anyone tried for five months? Oh, not so many! One would say: “Go and get another job!” Yes, of course, it crossed my mind, believe me! However, not at the time in my country, and for many other reasons. I was still a contracted employee even without a boss around. Nightmare! Only jobs on the “black market” were available, cash in hand, no insurance, no guaranteed hours. Fair enough, I did some odd jobs out of desperation; I can do all DIY jobs, home or office make over. Anything but electricity!
Then, a call from a friend of our family came. An absolutely random call, as we were not so close. He was always somewhere abroad.
“Hello! It’s me, Frank!” said the voice I knew.
“Hello, Frank! Long-time no hear from you?