I Died The Day He Won The Championship
My boyfriend Julian is a chess grandmaster, a genius.
At sixteen, he became the youngest grandmaster in North American history.
I gave him ten years of my life, but a ring was never on the table.
But when he reached the pinnacle of his career and won the Grand Slam, he still refused to break the pact he'd made with his family about his career.
"According to my plan, I'm not considering marriage or any other form of long-term commitment until all my goals are achieved."
I didn't argue with him.
I quietly packed his luggage for the World Championship and wished him the best.
He had no idea that at the very moment he was lifting the championship trophy with the world watching,
I was dragging my failing body to sign my own name on a euthanasia consent form.