I guess it started last Saturday night when I did something I probably shouldn’t have done. It had been sitting on my chest like a rock for almost 48 hours and I had tried to ignore it, on Friday in particular, but without much success. It was the ex-boyfriend’s birthday. The obligation to acknowledge it was overwhelming and yet completely unnecessary, despite the fact that he did as much for me a few months ago. We haven’t been together for 15 months. I decided the only way out was around: I made it through the entire day on Friday without saying a word. Deliberately. It was a silent declaration of independence.That Saturday night after working for about twelve hours I ... more
