Vanishing Act Part II
two messages on his phone from her.
i just found them because he left he otherwise closely guarded phone in the bathroom
messages from her again
"i'm on my way home. P [her husband] not at home tonight so pls call if u can. would be great to hear your voice."
" . . .i love u. x "
Somehow i don't think prozac is going to be enough any more.
Thursday, September 13, 2007
It's not you. It's them. Absolutely. Them.
About Me
- Name: dodo
- Location: London, United Kingdom
Recently reclaimed by PR industry after more recent background in lobbying and, before that, business journalism. From London and working part time in city but living in sticks. Trying not to pass on to my daughter all that my mother kindly left me. Raging against inevitability. Getting better at it. or not. NEED to rewrite this to say i'm not working at the moment and that there's all kinds of neds stuff going on, but to do that seems really official and final, so a postscript will have to do.
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6 Comments:
Oh crap....I wish I could overnight you some Xanax.
And a baseball bat. I would have dropped the phone in the toilet.
I'm sorry....
Ouch, wishing you strength during this difficult time.
i think one day soon that manchild is going to wake up to find that wish he thought he had, of another life, a different life, has been granted. And he will find that it's very true, you should be careful what you wish for.
in the meantime you deserve an oscar and could teach the Japanese about face and indeed honour, coz i'd be following the words of the Ned's Atomic Dustbin song (ahh how i reference flippancy in times of trial)
'i think we've lost the art of conversation...
Let's start throwing things'
love you
I'm sorry. That is crap. I wish I had something better to offer, support-wise.
My heart is with you.
I second the baseball bat and dropping of the phone in the toilet. And the wishing you strength during this difficult time.
oh god-- I am so sorry-- you are wonderful, you are wonderful-- his actions are no reflection on you-- he is not worthy of you-- I am so sorry for what you are going through-- sending love and support--
~Elizabeth (bp)
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