It was a dark and stormy night that rustled up ghosts and demons. I stood by the open window overlooking the raging sea.
I loved Henry. I had no idea he would leave me with no explanation. He packed his bags and is just gone. I had the feeling he was unhappy but didn’t expect this.
I tried to track him down and there is no track to follow. No note, no phone call, no anything. It is so quiet now. No conversations, no energy of the only person I have known for the past 20 years.
I know he is conflicted in his own life with midlife questions and a reassessment of his life. It is my theory that he has just fallen out of love with me and became bored.
Men are commodities to women so he will easily find another companion.
I plan to remove every last article of his to remove any triggering memory. The ghosts will keep me company and the demons will entertain, and I will recover and recreate my own life.
Goodbye Henry
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