I came home from work and saw a key on the coffee table. No note explaining why the key was there. As I looked around the living room, I noticed that his recliner was gone. Fearing the worst, I frantically checked each room for some sign of him. I found nothing.
I am not naive. I was aware that our relationship was on its last leg. In my mind, I had hoped that the relationship would end amicably.
There’s no change in Hell of that happening now.
Thinking back to that morning, his demeanor was so cold. He barely said anything to me.
I raked my brain trying to figure out what drove him to the point of leaving.
What did I say? What did I do?
A migraine later, I gave up. Nothing is going to change. He’s not coming back.
Love has abruptly departed.