Tag: ending

The last words X spoke aloud to me were “fuck you”, but that was not the last communication from him. He sent me a long email later that day. He berated me extensively for my lack of faith in him. I had never believed him when he told me...

It was some time, longer than usual, before I heard anything from X. But of course, I did in the end. “We shouldn’t sit in our separate houses missing each other,” his text message read. “I have realised that I can’t bear being in my house with my wife...

Nothing changed dramatically in me after I sent that calm ending message to X. When I woke up the next morning, I was not full of serene hope and self possession. I felt anxious and nervy and broken. But something had subtly altered, all the same. I had proof...

Alone in my pointlessly big, pointlessly expensive rented house, the days became weeks and then months and I had far too much time to think. And what I realised, with a creeping shame that bordered on horror, was what I could now clearly see I should have known all...