A thousand men and two girls
Slyvia walked into my room, crying, shouting about how "he" finally did it. I really was not sure which "he" she was referring to. I got up from my bed where I was reading my bedtime story, headed towards her to try and comfort her; but I did not want to ask who "he" was. I am her friend, I am supposed to know. But Slyvia had been in relationships with a lot of men, recently three. Frank the white guy from her office whom she has been up and down with. Thapelo from the meat shop, who I believe truly loves her, and of course Dominic the married man who supposedly wants to divorce his wife. Slyvia claims to be truly in love with Dominic. "He makes me feel like I can be loved again" she said. I am sure he is making a lot of girls feel loved, I once said. This did not sit well with Slyvia, despite the fact that I meant it jokingly. But the way he has been treating her, I am certain she is not the only one. Slyvia of course stopped talking to me ...