We were having issues, my girl and I. After some discussion, we decided to cool it for a while and see other people. Later, she told me that she had met someone else. Apparently the guy was older, more mature, treated her better and gave her more space than I ever did. Given the problems we’d had I said it was fine by me. My mind viewed it positively, as a way to move on and make a fresh start while my heart had different views altogether.

When we officially broke up she sent her friend over to bring the stuff that I’d left at her place on my numerous visits. Now it was my turn. I hadn’t realized how hard it would be, letting her go. Although she was out of my life she was still very much in my heart and on my mind. That notwithstanding, I gathered all her things, put them in a box and headed to her apartment against the advice of my best friend who had insisted he takes them himself.

When I got there, the door was ajar so I let myself in. I could hear voices coming from the kitchen, hers and someone else’s. It felt wrong but I headed that way. My heart was pounding in my chest and I was insanely jealous all of a sudden since I had the feeling that the male voice belonged to the current guy in her life. To say that I was shocked when I got there and saw them laughing and in a mini-embrace is an understatement. The older guy it turned out was none other than MY DAD!!

© james wamathai