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It’s been three years since he left. He. Him. I can’t even bring myself to say his name anymore. Maybe it’s guilt. Maybe it’s grief. Or maybe I’m just being silly. That’s what he always said anyway.
“Don’t be silly, Sally.” That’s me, silly Sally. I’m better off without him anyway.
What did he ever do for me? Left me in a world of debt that’s eating up all the measly money my receptionist job brings in.
Good riddance, is what I want to say, but I can’t.
Because my heart aches without him.