The Monegasque love story.

A Place Called Monaco

I have always wanted to go back to the place my mom was born, I loved her dearly but I was so unfortunate that she was no more with me. My dad was too busy working for himself but was of no help to me. I had lost my mom, the lady of my life when I was just thirteen. Of course  I have siblings but they are also struggling the way I am or maybe that's how I think. Six of us, I'm sure that's a big number but it was also of no use to me. Each one of us were always busy with our own lives while I was left alone doing nothing. So the thirteen year old mourning me has past seven years back but my fate remained the same, I was still unfortunate for the past seven years. To me nothing has ever changed in fact it worsened, so I decided travelling should be my number one priority. I booked my ticket the same day as I decides because I couldn't over think of what I was going to do. I live like that so if I think and then do things, it would  probably never get done but if I just do things without thinking and set my mind to it. There is no going back, I'm obligated to do it.

  So this time I left my fate in the hand of God because I know he can work miracles and he has. Maybe I was a bit disappointed with Him because he took away the other part of me, my mothI was all ready to go to Monaco and for once in my life just enjoy, little of site seeing would have made my day and I would been slightly happy. My sister was amazed by the fact I was travelling solo and all she happened to say is, "What is the purpose of going alone when you have us?" she stated frowning, looking straight into my eyes.

All I said abruptly is, " EIle, I need my space, don't you think its fair enough that I go, you guys enjoy but not me."

I'm sure I knew she didn't like what I said, Elle was my eldest sibling. She looked after all of us when my mother had left earth, she had been married a long time back when mom was living but sadly mom wasn't here to see my wedding or I'm sure I wouldn't even get married, staying a spinster is way better than heart breaks to be honest because at twenty-four, I feel wiser than before.  My previous heart breakups were such huge disappointments. Well that's why its known as breakups. Like I said, it is written in my destiny to date all the jerks in the world and my fate sucks.

I needed to get away from people because it was three months back that my boyfriend dumped me. I would say "he fell out of love" because though I loved him, he sill cheated on me. I guess its my fault because I did everything in my power to satisfy him but I failed, I lost him. Therefore I didn't bother about anyone but just leaving California and going to a place I have always wanted to go which is Monaco.

"Eva,  do you want me to come with you?" said Ben 

Ben is my eldest brother, we call him B1 (brother one). He is the most caring sibling of mine. His girlfriend is a total vamp, who just loved herself more than anything one could think of.

I replied with a "no" then later stated, "Don't you think I'm old enough to be travelling alone, I'm Twenty-four, for crying out loud?"

He laughed and said, "You're my little baby sister. I will always protect you, no matter what happens."

Soon after that I ran up to my room and starting packing, my flight was tomorrow at around 10:00 am in the morning.

I took two pairs of jeans, around five shirts and two pairs of shoes. All I wanted to do was enjoy and stop thinking about my ex boyfriend and I wanted to stop hating myself because I blamed myself for a never ending list of things.

My ex boyfriend blames me for the breakup but I doubt it was me to be blamed for. well I was never the one who flirted with random girls but there is nothing that could have been done. He was so handsome that his eyes glittered with guilt but yet he spoke to me like as if I was to be blamed. His rules states a very absurd statement that is, I was to be perfectly normal if he sent heart emojis or kiss emojis to other girls which annoyed me like hell.

Anyway after my packing got done I had opened my laptop to check the places I would visit once I'm in Monaco there were a huge list the first stated "Casino de Monte Carlo" and then the famous "Palace of Monaco" which I had longed to see for a very long time. I knew that if I spent my time doing other things like going to clubs and dining alone and tasting different types of food. I would eventually move on and stop thinking about him and all the sad events and think of the new and better ones. I would change be the same person I was when my mother was alive and not stay in that misery or trauma.

I finally put my head down and thought of the excitements I could imagine that would at least bring happiness to my face. Going to this place would change my life forever and I was aware of that. I decided to go without hesitation soon after 12:00am I thought of going to sleep but I was too excited that I just could not sleep but good I didn't sleep. I forgot to mark my leave for a vacation so I called my assistant and had told her that I would not attend any therapy sessions for two weeks as I would be travelling and wont be in town and also to reschedule the appointed session for the next month.

My assistant is the best she did best what I had told her to do and her loyalty always tears me a part because I seriously want my ex boyfriend to learn some things from her as he was a not so loyal boyfriend while being with me. at last but not the least I decides to go to sleep ansd get ready for my 10:00am flight that is tomorrow.

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