Mrs. Martin & Mr. Blohm – Episode 22: If you are not in Trend you never can be off Trend!

When she ended the phone call with Mr. Blohm, Regina just sat there for a second, staring at nothing in particular. She truly couldn’t believe what she had just agreed to.

Lunch. With Mr. Blohm. In exactly one week.

And as you know—lunch, for Regina, is not her thing.

Lunch is for wimps.

Do you remember the movie Wall Street with Michael Douglas, where he makes that very clear in one particular scene?

As that thought settled in, another one crept up on her—one Regina liked even less.

Munich.

She would have to go back to Munich to organize the move out.

To step into Paul’s condo again.

The place where they had lived together for over a year—

and where they had been a couple for more than four years.

And now, a space that hadn’t belonged to Regina for almost five months—fact.

And yet, it still carried far too many memories.

Just thinking about it tightened her chest.

It felt hard to breathe—when suddenly, a phone call interrupted her thoughts.

As if on cue, her phone rang.

It was Paul’s cleaning lady.

Her name was Alma.

She was from Poland and spoke broken German.

“Mrs. Martin,” Alma said carefully,

“I just want to make sure you don’t miss an earring. I found one.”

Regina froze.

“Where did you find the earring?” Regina asked.

“In Mr. Sahne’s bed,” Alma replied.

Now, one must know this:

Regina does not wear hoop earrings.

She doesn’t even have pierced ears.

Regina replied, “No, Alma, that is not my earring.”

Alma answered in her Polish accent,

“I’m sorry for the disturbance, Mrs. Martin. I just wanted to make sure. Thank you, and I wish you a good day.”

And with that, Alma hung up.

Which meant one thing very clearly for Regina.

Paul hadn’t suffered nearly as much from the separation as he had claimed.

That much was obvious.

Oddly enough, that realization didn’t weaken Regina at all—quite the opposite.

It strengthened her.

It made her more certain that she would not return.

The next day, Regina set off for Munich.

About seven hours from Hamburg—because she chose to take her Mercedes.

She didn’t want to fly.

There were personal things she wanted to bring back herself.

Things you don’t entrust to movers—at least not in Regina’s world.

And while driving, Regina’s mind would not rest.

Too many thoughts.

Too many emotions moving at once.

Four years of a relationship replaying in her head.

So Regina did what she always does when her thoughts get too loud.

She called Stefan.

Her best friend.

The one who understands—without explanations.

Continuation On the Road to Munich

“Hello Stefan, it’s Regina.”

She keeps her eyes on the road as she speaks, the landscape rushing past her. Munich still feels far away — not just in kilometers, but also emotionally.

“I’m on my way to Munich right now. And honestly… there’s so much going through my head. I keep asking myself if I’m doing the right thing. I know Paul still loves me — at least, I think he does. And I wonder… is it really worth starting all over again? I’m 35 now, Stefan.”

There is a brief pause on the line.

Then Stefan cuts in sharply — the way only he can.

“Spatzl. Stop. Right. There. Immediately.”

She can almost see him raising his hand.

“Don’t think. Not now,” Stefan says.

“You’re drowning in your thoughts, and none of them are helping. You know Paul has already moved on and is entertaining himself again. It’s common knowledge by now — the birds are already singing it from the rooftops. People even say he attended a wedding in Italy with another woman, Regina.”

“And honestly, Spatzl,” Stefan continues, “from what I’ve heard, Paul doesn’t even understand what love is. Love means you fight for someone. You make a decision. You stand by that person — in good and bad times, even when it’s uncomfortable.”

He doesn’t soften his tone.

“And what does Paul do? He’s already enjoying himself with others.”

Then Stefan shifts.

“So, Spatzl — what about your neighbor? Mr. Blohm?”

Regina lets out a small, ironic laugh.

Exactly, Stefan. That’s exactly my point. I’m not someone who jumps into something new just to distract myself — like Paul. I can’t. I won’t. I need more time to heal. First, the old chapter has to be closed — properly. Cleanly.”

“And when it comes to Mr. Blohm,” Regina continues, “he’s just not the right one, Stefan. I felt that from the very beginning.”

“And, Stefan, you have to know,” she adds quietly, “Paul’s cleaning lady called me. She found an earring — in his bed, to be precise.”

Stefan responds dryly,

“What more confirmation do you actually need, my dear Spatzl?”

There is a brief silence.

Because Regina doesn’t have an answer.

All she hears is Stefan on the other end of the line.

“So — when will you see Mr. Blohm again?”

Regina sighs.

“This Mr. Blohm has been very persistent. He absolutely wants to have lunch with me. You know I hate lunch.”

“Mr. Blohm talked me into it.”

Stefan laughs softly.

“Of course he did.”

“I told him the same thing,” Regina adds.

“That I’m not ready. That I don’t want confusion. That I don’t want half-things anymore.”

“And?” Stefan asks.

“And he said something very smart,” Regina says.

“He said, ‘Mrs. Martin, it’s only lunch. One hour, no more. No commitment. Just lunch — to get to know each other.’”

Regina pauses.

“I didn’t have an answer to that.”

Stefan chuckles.

“Smart man.”

Stefan’s voice softens now.

“Listen to me Spatzl You don’t owe anyone a future. Not Paul. Not Mr. Blohm. Not Munich. Not Hamburg, not Miami. All you owe yourself is honesty. And right now, honesty means: you’re closing one door — not rushing into the next.”

Too Many Red Flags

“Stephan… I know Mr. Blohm just isn’t it for me.”

Regina lets out a breath that sounds more like a laugh than a sigh.

“First of all, he’s not my type. He’s not the Mediterranean man I picture.”

“Second — he’s pale and has no hair.”

“And on top of that, he’s German. You know I don’t want a German man — and it seems he likes karaoke. He even had a karaoke machine in his car. That’s why he had to park in my spot in the first place. That’s how we met, you remember Stephan? ”

Stephan stays quiet.

He knows better than to interrupt now.

“And then,” Regina continues, gaining momentum,

“he loses his key during shopping and walks around on a cold February night wearing nothing but a white bathrobe —”

“— with a golf club.”

She shakes her head, even though Stephan can’t see it.

“Yes, I know, Stephan — Mr. Blohm knows how to cook. I’ll give him that. And he has good taste in music and interior. But this is it. That’s not enough to fall in love.”

“And on top of that, he can’t handle cigars. He feels bad afterward.”

She exhales softly.

“Mr. Blohm just doesn’t seem convincing to me — not someone I’d want to pursue anything with long-term. It would simply be a waste of time.”

She pauses.

“And Stephan—after all that—he disappears.

Three weeks.

No message.

Nothing.

Even though he recorded a CD just for me.”

Her voice softens.

“I don’t understand this man. I really don’t.

There are just too many red flags. Too many things that tell me: this won’t be it.”

Stephan finally responds, calmly:

“And what do those red flags tell you exactly?”

They tell me,” Regina says without hesitation,

“that emotionally, I am actually much closer to Paul than I have ever been to any other man. Paul is my great love. It just doesn’t work — because we live in different time worlds. Paul is twenty-two years older, and that certainly has something to do with it.”

She swallows.

“As strange as it sounds—Paul, with all his flaws, is still closer to me than Mr. Blohm will ever be. And that alone tells me everything Stephan.”

There is silence on the line.

Then Stephan says gently:

“That’s not a failure, Spatzl. That’s called awareness.”

Regina nods.

“Yes,” she says quietly.

“And awareness means I don’t force something just because it’s available.

I don’t start something new just to avoid feeling the end of something old.”

Forward, Never Backward

“Spatzl,” Stephan says firmly,

“always remember one thing: you move forward. Never backward. We never go backward. We always go forward.”

Regina listens quietly.

“Paul would be a step back,” Stephan continues.

“And no matter whether things work out with Mr. Blohm or not — that’s not the point. What matters now is that you go into that apartment, take your things, and draw a clear line. A real ending.”

His voice softens, but the message from Stephan stays strong.

And so, the question remains open:

Will Regina truly manage to separate from Paul — even though she is still deeply drawn to him and cannot let go of four years filled with beautiful shared memories?

Will she really move out of the apartment they shared, a place she never truly felt at home in — even though it is in one of Munich’s most beautiful locations, right by the Viktualienmarkt?

Will money and security outweigh everything else and pull her back to Paul?

Or will Regina choose her own path, follow her heart, and dare to step into a new life — even if it means having nothing in her hands, only trust?

To receive the answer, you’ll need a little patience — because we’re taking a detox break from computers and phone screens in January 2026.

A moment to breathe.

The Mrs. Martin and Mr. Blohm story will continue on February 1st with Episode 23.

And somehow, it fits perfectly —

because it returns just in time for Valentine’s Day. ❤️