THE ANNOYING BARMAN

The place is loud, with a mix of loud buzz and the noise of people drinking their joy out. Happy souls full of life having the hang of the night. While I am drinking my heartaches away. I wished every sip that I took since I got here would take a piece of my broken heart back. Or at least ease this unbearable pain in my heart. But hours later, since I started drinking this bitter shit, the pain is still there.

Love is a bitch! Love is a scam! I hate love. I curse love! Love does exist.

How could you do so much for the love and this pain, betrayal, and humiliation in return? I invested in that a fortune. I spent on him much more than I have spent on myself in my thirty years of existence. I loved him when he was nothing, and when he became something, I loved him even much more. But he screwed me up this much? He messed me up. He shamelessly and heartlessly took all that I did for us for granted. He was just enjoying the lander to his easy success, while I thought we were building our future.

Well, he really had everything on a silver platter and freaking real quick. How could I have been so stupid? How could I freaking have been so blinded by this stupid shit that I felt for him that I did not see through his mask?

I take another big sip of the bitter liquid, wiping away another stream of tears from my face. That son of a nobody! Screw him and everything that we have had between us!

“Drinking sorrows away?”

I turn to my right, and a man is packed next to me. I didn’t even hear him coming. That is how engrossed I have been in my sorrows. Reminiscing about my bittersweet love story.

“You are so beautiful to be hurting this much. And the night is too you for a beauty like you to be crying your eyes out.”

The stranger adds when I don’t say anything. I assume him, returning to my solace. Alcohol. He seems intoxicated more than I am; that is why he is spitting out nothing but pure nonsense. Who said flowers don’t bleed? And, is there a specific time to cry? This one seems to have drowned his brain.

“You want to talk? I am a good listener.”

Okay! He is getting the fuck on my nerves now! I admit that it is so freaking obvious to everyone that I am heartbroken. But did I ask for company? Did I ask for anybody’s help to ease my pains? Do I look like I need to talk about my own problems?

“I am fine!” I insisted, hoping that he would leave me be.

I take another sip, and a chilled air from his nostrils as he faintly smirks at my lie touches my cheek. “The Montana Princess that I know, wouldn’t be out here at this hour all drenched in tears and trying to live through alcohol!”

Live through alcohol? Heck! I don’t look that miserable, do I? “It shouldn’t be any fucking business of yours whether I am trying to live through alcohol or trying to kill myself with it. You are disrupting my peace. Please leave my table!” I state, giving him a no-nonsense glare.

I was doing perfectly fine managing my pains before he interrupted. I know I fucked up! I know I screwed up big times! I know this is not me! But love has humbled me to this level, and I don’t need anybody’s opinions.   Not a soul who thinks he knows it all when he indeed has no wind of what I am going through. This is a night to cry. I will be better tomorrow. I just need people to leave me to deal with this pain the best way I see fit. That is why I left even Joe behind, the man who opened my eyes to see reality.

But did he even have to do it this way? That bastard of my father could have warned beforehand, you know? That would have prepared me. That would have eased this pain. But no. He had to make me witness the whole thing. I curse him too!

“I am sorry if I am a nagging dick,” this idiot speaks again.

Oh, so he knows he is such a nag? Wow!

“I am just curious though!” We lock eyes as I wonder why he can’t just respect my privacy and shut his damn mouth up. “Your state right now is a stark contrast to what a two-week-away bride should be looking.”

Shit!

He sure has a runny mouth for himself, huh? Bride my foot! That dream is gone by the wind. Gone down the drain and vanished. Maybe it was my dream alone all along.

“You should be having the last lifetime parties as a single, beautiful, and influential woman before you enter than prison people call marriage. But it seems your miseries have already started. So, what happened? Care to share?”

I might end up killing someone tonight, and that would be this nuisance who does not understand a shit about minding his own business and leaving the rest be. I mean, who called him here? Why is he so insistent on ruining my already ruined night? Why is he on my case?