I knew it was going to happen, sooner or later. Last night it did.
I stood in the doorway as she pulled clothes from the wardrobe and threw them on the bed. I could only watch as she gathered them into a suitcase.
Packed. No more to say, ready to go.
This morning I drove her to the airport.
"I'll call you when I get there" she said.
I don't think she will.
It was inevitable I suppose, no matter what I said, or how I pleaded my case.
No matter how many times I tried to change her mind and make her see that she was better off here.
Here with me.
"It's for the best" she said.
That was it. This is it. I'm alone.
What do I do now? How do I spend my days?
Sometimes I have nothing, no answers. I guess this is where this blog comes in.
Can anyone help me now?
Can anyone tell me which pub I should go to?, which pizza place I should call?, can anyone tell me how to work the washing machine and where the key to the back door is?
It's going to be hard. Living alone.
I should be thankful she'll be back from her mother's on Monday.
I wonder will she bring back teabags?
Anyway, now where's that remote...