Dear Ex, See you never
I don't remember drinking that much, but the evidence is undeniable, the room is spinning slightly, and my thoughts have that fuzzy quality that means I'm past the point of good decisions.
Not that I make good decisions anymore.
Not that I ever did, really. I just made decisions that looked good on the surface, that projected success and control, that fooled everyone including myself.
I think about Ria sometimes. My affair partner, the woman I left Millicent for, the sure thing that was supposed to make everything better. She's gone now, left months ago, as soon as the money dried up and the social invitations stopped coming.
Last I heard, she was dating some tech executive in San Francisco,
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