I dreamt that there was
someone in your bathroom and you said,
‘It’s ok, she’s just leaving’.
I hadn’t realised she was
still on the scene. I hadn’t asked. I’d assumed she was long gone. It left me
feeling insecure and vulnerable.
We’d not been together long
but there was no indication your last relationship wasn’t completely over.
I got over it. She had left.
I should have heeded the
warning signs, though. You were always less than transparent. You didn’t
exactly lie. You just didn’t reveal the whole truth. It was often hurtful.
Particularly towards the
end, when you got together with Tom. There was an overlap, and you left me to
be the one to end it. Which in hindsight was cruel, as you were leaving me but
forced me to make the decision.
I was walking on Clapham
Common, tears rolling down my face, somehow knowing you’d consummated this new
relationship the night before. You’d not told me, but I was right. Far too
tuned in for my own good. You hung on to me, as you did with all your previous
lovers. It took all my strength and several years to completely extricate
myself. We’re still friends.
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