He Asked Me To Leave The Party Early So His Friends Wouldn’t See Me—So I Did

yet.

I didn’t cry when I got home. That surprised me.

I took off my shoes, stood in the living room as if I’d entered someone else’s life by mistake, and listened to the refrigerator hum like nothing had changed.

Then I went upstairs, brought down my work notebook, wrote the date at the top, and underneath it, a single word.

Observations.

It felt absurd—like continue reading …