calling me to return.
I don’t want to. I don’t want to go back and face the music, the silence, the lack of, well, everything – affection, companionship, love, passion, everything. 359 more words
I have been very quiet on the subject of my failing marriage recently. Partly because I have been ignoring the reality, partly because I am enjoying the other part of my life – the new me as an art student but unfortunately that will end soon, and partly because we seemed to have reached some sort of agreement on timescales for splitting (or not, in his view) via our counselling sessions. 356 more words