Demolition Before the Bloom

in the basement.

The casual comments about “space.”

The way she started treating me like I was temporary.

By the time she asked me to “clear some closet room for guests,” I already knew.

I just didn’t want to accept it.

The final conversation happened over dinner.

Pot roast. My father’s favorite.

She only made it when she wanted something.

The table was set continue reading …