Zane Cyrus is a moody boxer from England. He hates small talk, fake politeness, happiness and most of all he hates it when people can't mind their own business.
Calista-Mae is the epitome of sweet. She cares deeply for those around her and will go...
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CALISTA
FRIDAY NIGHTS used to be fight nights, but not anymore.
This is the first Friday night I've had to myself in years and I'm having an amazing time.
I started it off with filming a yoga video for a channel that I've had for a while. Yoga is one of the things that kept me going throughout my relationship with Wyatt. It was alone time and it was peace and quiet. One day I decided to film it so that I could check if I was doing things right and then I ended up posting them online. Ever since then I've grown a pretty sizeable following that Wyatt had no clue about, thank god.
I then had a bubble bath, I ordered sushi and now I'm doing my own nails for the first time in years. I mastered the art of nails back in high school but Wyatt hated them so I stopped.
I've done almond shaped nails and I've painted them a dark red and added a star to one of the nails.
After that I spend the rest of my evening editing a video for my yoga channel and eventually fall asleep in my bed around two am.
So much of my crippling anxiety has gone anyway since leaving Wyatt and I feel so much lighter. I wish I'd done this much sooner, but I didn't know that I could. In my mind the only option was Wyatt being alone wasn't an option. I have no clue how he instilled that idea in my head but he did and it stuck.
I feel at peace for once. I love just sitting in this apartment listening to the silence because with Wyatt silence was a luxury that I couldn't afford. I was rarely ever alone and if I was I was watching my back, waiting for him to come home.
When I wake up Saturday I have a slow morning. I don't get out of bed immedietly and instead start scrolling through my phone, pausing when I see article about Wyatt being arrested for drug possession. My eyes widen before a small smile appears, take that bitch.
It also turns out that his fingerprints match that of a robbery I didn't know he committed, so it's not looking great for him.
Oh well.
Eventually I get out of bed and I change into a sundress so that I can go to the market today. I pick a pair of sunglasses, put my wedges on and pick up a tote bag.
The market is very busy but I love it anyway. There are so many different stalls, ranging from food to clothes to home stuff.
I pick up a new gold necklace and some gold earrings from one place, a stuffed bear from another and then get noodles for lunch from a food stall. I stop by the grocery store on the way home to get some ingredients for dinner because I'm making fajitas.
I love cooking.
When I get back, I put the small stuffed bear that I bought on the the kitchen counter with me. I'm not quite sure what compelled me to buy a stuff bear at my age, but when I saw it I just had to have it.
