Broken heart

Broken heart

I had barely walked through the door after a long day at work, when I was pulled into the lounge and the door shut behind me.  DeeQ urgently needed to speak to me and it clearly couldn’t wait.

As soon as the door was shut behind me, I was hit with the news – he had broken up with his girlfriend. At that point I needed to sit down. Only a couple of days before we were talking about his adorable girlfriend and planning a trip to the cinema. And now they were no longer together.

Turns out somebody started a rumour in school that DeeQ was chatting to another girl. As soon as he found out about the rumour, we had an emergency conference at home and agreed a strategy on preserving his relationship.

So DeeQ spoke to his girlfriend and assured her that those were lies and that there was nobody else other than her. She took it well, they made up and lived happily ever after for the whole day after that.

The following day at school DeeQ caught her with another boy. Without hesitation he broke up with her there and then.

I was shocked and really didn’t know what to say. Obviously catching your girlfriend talking to another boy is bad enough to break up with her.

Did I get it? Absolutely not, but I had to support DeeQ. After all, I knew what it felt like to break up with somebody when you are 15.

In October 1999, just after half term, I started dating this cute boy who was in the same class as me. We used to skive PE together, and after school he would walk me home and carry my bag for me. Which was oh-so-adorable and thinking of it now, rather chivalrous.

Our undying love lasted for the whole month. Until one day he came over ‘to help me with my homework’ – code for ‘snogging in my room’.

It was raining that day and I took his wet coat into the kitchen to let it dry out, leaving him in the hallway to take his boots off.

When I came back, they were already off. I looked down at his feet and froze, a look of sheer horror on my face. The undying love that I had been nurturing for the whole month, died on the spot. No, his feet weren’t smelly. His socks were clean and didn’t have holes in them. The problem was that his socks were orange.

They say there is a thin line between love and hate. It turns out for me at 15 that line was orange socks – I hated them so much that I broke up with my boyfriend. I figured I couldn’t risk being seen with somebody wearing something as embarrassing as orange socks.

For the rest of the night DeeQ was glued to his iPad. He was constantly checking his Instagram and Snapchat and eventually announced that she had changed her status to ‘Single’.

He tried to be blasé about it, but I could see he was hurting. Even though he broke up the relationship because he knew he couldn’t be with her after what she had done, he still liked her.

So to show my support, I opened my emergency box of chocolates. We then changed into onesies, climbed under a blanket and put ‘Sex and the City’ on; because nothing cures a broken heart like sugar and a movie.