Gone into Hiding - May 30 - 2012

As the last few weeks wind down in my space shared with Willow, I have become more reclusive. I can barely stand looking at anything that belongs to him—not even for one more minute. Even the mailman annoys me because he has to touch Willow’s mail while he is touching mine. I hate his car. Any friends that we had to share, I have removed from my life, and I just can’t stand that his gym is next door to my place of work. So, here I am, counting down the minutes. I no longer want to share the same air. I have even found myself asking my roommate, Harley, to pick me up and drop me off on the other side of our place in order to avoid having to allow him to see what I have been doing whenever we go out. When you come to a decision to move on, anything that has to do with your old life is unbearable. So, here I sit, thinking of all the ways I can slide through life in my own neighborhood without being seen. If I am lucky, I will actually disappear for a while—or better yet… he will, for good.