Last week was a bad one for relationships, huh?
Mom moved out. A few weeks ago, when it hadn't been executed yet, she called separation a "trial." She had an epiphany since we talked: coming home now would mean never being able to leave again. Fast as you can, hon.
Speaking of near misses, I still know Genna's number. My fingers recalled it as they walked over the big white buttons of my corded phone. But instead of dialing her, I bought a new copy of Tipping the Velvet to replace the one she never returned (rude). And I'm burning everything she ever sent me.
Among witnessing my parents part ways, buying the complete fourth season of The X-Files, and finding closure from my ex, I am a broken record of "never again"s.
As an afterthought, having a reason to celebrate August 9 (Genna's birthday) that has nothing to do with Genna is pretty cool.
Speaking of near misses, I still know Genna's number. My fingers recalled it as they walked over the big white buttons of my corded phone. But instead of dialing her, I bought a new copy of Tipping the Velvet to replace the one she never returned (rude). And I'm burning everything she ever sent me.
Among witnessing my parents part ways, buying the complete fourth season of The X-Files, and finding closure from my ex, I am a broken record of "never again"s.
As an afterthought, having a reason to celebrate August 9 (Genna's birthday) that has nothing to do with Genna is pretty cool.