Is there a particular moment we begin spiraling down the bottom? I used to wonder if life snapped in clean halves bending at the exact moment we departed from who we knew into someone strange and inexcusable.
I had always been incredibly selfish, it’s hard to tell when I went too far
First Mama’s heartbreak, I just wanted to be happy.
The voice in my head whispers “Maybe this is peace at last”
A phone call by 3am.
He never sounds this tired, slurring his words, breathing deeply into the receiver
“Where have you been? Please come home”
“I’m still searching for home”
“It’s been two weeks, you’re hurting me”
“I was lonely, desperate for someone else”
“I love you”
“I never did”
“You’ve been my life these past 2 years. You made me want to live again”
“Don’t do this”
“You said I make you happy”
“You’re a good man, I’m sorry I settled”
“I feel grounded with you”
He’s sniffing loudly now
“Please, I don’t know how to be without you”
I hung up the phone. This time I wasn’t going to settle, there is magic in this world and I was going to find it. I want a different town, a different dream and I was going to find true happiness.
Nothing is going to stop me, not the call from the hospital an hour before my flight
“Tell him I’m sorry”