We’ve been looking at how your body can give you signals that all is not right in your relationship. Becoming more absent minded or clumsier is a common side-effect of stress. Or you might be like Alicia, my beauty therapist with her explosion of curly hair, more accident-prone. Her face lit up when she heard I was writing a book about breakups and she launched into her breakup story:
‘I got together with Clint when he was still with his girlfriend,’ she said in her lilting English accent. ‘Now close your eyes,’ she said and she applied tint to my eyelashes. ‘We’d been together for about seven months, and something was up. But I was busy…I didn’t want to work out what was bugging me.’
Alicia barely took a breath between sentences, talking quickly as she worked on my eyes.
‘Then I had three car accidents in two weeks. I was driving my old Escort, came to an intersection and another car didn’t give way and plowed into me. The driver was one of those builder guys, handle-bar mustache, builder’s crack…you know the kind of guy. ‘Jeezus lady, you were flying,’ he said. He was in the wrong though so I got his details and raced off. Then I had another one!’ She said, taking a break from shaping my eyebrows. ‘I was on the way to work in the morning, came up a hill and just went straight through a give-way sign without stopping. I hit another car. So I bought a new car, a little black Mazda hatchback. This time I was pulling out from a parking space, when I heard this almighty crunch,’ she emphasized her point by leaning in and plucking an errant crop of eyebrow hairs.
‘I couldn’t see anything – you know those low hatchbacks have a blindspot. The driver’s door was stuck so I had to climb out the passenger door to see what had happened. I’d hit a big lamppost, right there in the middle of the back of my car. A bloody big lamppost. There were bits of my car on the ground, I picked up the tail light and jumped back in and took off. I was having all these accidents. Something was up.’
She stopped speaking to check the evenness of my eyebrows and wiped the dye off my stinging eyes. I looked at her blurrily and she smiled.
‘You look good.’
‘So, what happened?’
‘Something was up all right,’ she said as she bustled around cleaning up. ‘Clint was cheating on me – with his ex-girlfriend that he left for me! Can you believe it? I should have known he was no good. Long story but after those accidents I started to pay attention and eventually tracked him down at her place one afternoon when he said he was at the gym. What a bastard!’
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