Chapter 34
When I arrived at the port in Rhodes, I realised how irrational I had been.
It was now evening and I was in a strange country without anywhere to stay and hadn’t got a clue what to do.
I had to turn my phone on to get internet access and decided to go to a booking site that I’d used before to see whether the hotel I’d stayed in the last time I was there had a room free.
Luckily they had so I booked it and said that I would pay on arrival.
I grabbed a taxi to the hotel, a cloud of sadness overshadowing me, thinking about the last time I’d done this journey the opposite way around.
Back then, I was full of excitement and possibility.
For the first time in a very long time, I’d had hope.
Hope of a future with a man who loved me and who I loved right back. Someone who I knew was genuine and kind, loving and faithful.
Yet now, I realised that he was none of those things. He was just a big fat fake and I was going to have to rebuild my life all over again.
I felt completely exhausted. Not just physically but mentally.
I’d spent the reasonably short time since Demetri had gone to Greece building a life without him.
I’d been along to The Lonely Hearts Club events, kept myself busy with work.
It was the shattering of hope that was the final straw.
My life had come against another staggering event which I hadn’t seen coming.
I should have listened to my own warnings.
Protected myself. My friends had told me that I should give in to love but look what happened when you did.
People let you down. People left. And you were all alone. Again.