I came home to a leaking overflow pipe on my air conditioning.
It’s just another thing. Nothing that couldn’t be addressed by a phone call, good friends, a consult and scooping the 1 foot deep amount of cat litter and cat shit from outside the window where my ex threw it.

It’s just another thing.
I keep learning more and more about someone I really thought I knew. Someone that I thought would never say the things he says, would do things that he is doing and done but as I find another thing, or scoop another pile or uncover another layer. It’s all laid bare.

For me, I’ve tried to exit this relationship with grace. Not for him or anyone else. But this is the hard part. When he is making himself the victim and me the ugly person. I have not responded to his bait and I won’t. But what is the point?

But this is the process. The unlearning of what you thought you knew. The stumbling disappointment that break-ups produce. I just wish it didn’t have hurt the toe you stub so much. Or the heart.

How did I get here?