Start at the Ending (don’t spoil it for me)

Start at the Ending

It didn’t work out.

Somehow it had become her idea. Brilliant! It was as if, just pausing for a few hours was enough to tip her emotional balance from verge to overwhelming. She jumped off the cliff at the opening of our FaceTime reconnect that night I couldn’t come over. She had been waiting. She took a bath. She watched some Netflix sex show from GooP. (Not the best place to look for healthy relationship ideas.)

“I don’t think it’s working out,” she said before I had a chance to even apologize for the work issue that prevented our rendezvous.

“Oh?” I took a beat.

A few breaths in, she said, “You’re not able to give me what I need.”

“I understand,” I replied.

Another beat.

“I mean, with the kids, I don’t have a lot of nights off, and I was really counting on this one. I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day.” I nodded. “And I can’t wait around and then have you not fkn show up!”

I had not seen her mad.

“I agree with you,” I said.


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