For my friend, her days ended much sooner than she would have liked. Quite frankly, it ended much sooner than any of us would have liked.
A few months later, his wife got pregnant and I think his world was crashing down before his eyes.
We matched. He messaged me, “hi.”
Disappearances happened sometimes in Riverview, but the disappearance of the Sheriff’s daughter didn’t happen.
I didn’t tell you off. I didn’t cry. I didn’t leave your house. I didn’t even leave your bed.
For future reference, though, maybe don’t make your future endeavors feel like they’re your everything when you’re planning on upping and moving across the country.
Maybe if I do this or this, then that feeling or nagging thought will go away. Yet, it never did. You have made sure that every action, every move, and every risk I take is met with a sense of panic.
We know what to say to a woman who has been abused by her male partner. We know how to condemn it, how to demand that it ends. But when I’ve told longtime friends of mine the truth, I see in their eyes that they don’t know what to say.
What am I afraid of? Why is he watching me? Where is he? I feel like I can’t breathe.
Somewhere along the way, things got hard. Maybe it was the distance, maybe it was something or someone else. Whatever it was, the end result is the same: our love for each other isn’t enough to sustain a relationship.