I was married to T and our marriage was falling apart. T had left me. I remember standing in the kitchen. The curtains were hung backward. The stove was ancient and rusting. Why had we never done anything about it? I was trying to cook and take care of a child.
I wondered about the next people to live here and what they might do with it. They might have a lot of energy to put into it. At least a white coat of paint would have improved the dingy walls.
I called T to ask if we had a relationship anymore. He said no. I asked if he was planning to have any relationships soon. He said yes and that he was sorry, he had already started one.
I said “What, you slipped and ended up in her vagina the day after you left me?”
He said, “Yeah, I’m sorry.”
I said, “I’m putting the dog down and moving.”
