It was the end of the road.
But the beginning of a journey. — A story in 100 words.
But the beginning of a journey. — A story in 100 words.
I fumbled around trying to say I wanted to break-up when she said:
“I’d rather be miserable with you than miserable without you.”
It got rather quiet.
Then I asked: “That seems a little unhealthy for a therapist, right?”
She laughed first.
We still broke-up.
The vacation was already booked, so we kept it. We showered separately and she came out wrapped in a white towel:
“We’re NOT spending a week on an island like this and NOT having sex.”
She dropped the towel.
We didn’t reconcile.
We got closure …and one last week of mind-blowing sex.