The tears began to well up in her eyes before she started into it.
“We have to talk.”
That was all she really had said when I’d walked in the door from work. She motioned me into the living room as she took her place on the couch adjacent me.
The room seemed to want to crush inward with tension, like a pop bottle that has all the air sucked out of it instantly. The inevitability of this moment had been winding its way toward us for almost two years by my count.
She spoke and of course you needn’t be a mind reader to figure out most of what came next. Fortunately I was of the same mind. I guess no one had wanted to say it until now but she had mustered the courage before me to just get on with it. An eleven and a half year relationship blew apart in a matter of minutes, and seemed very much like an exploded diagram you’d associate with engineering illustrations like patent documents. The various pieces which were once whole uncoupled and seemed to float apart before us in space, never again to be whole.