But Richard stayed true to form. Perhaps he was incapable of change, of seeing me for more than what I was at the time.
I have to believe that we were happy once, in love even. There had to be a time before life swept us up and tossed us around as its playthings.
But now for the life of me, I can't remember that time clearly anymore. Perhaps we both changed, I always believed - especially during the epic sulk - that it was all his fault.
I was blameless, nothing more than a victim of his infidelity. It was easier to think that Richard was at the core of our problems. But, now I know my thinking is different.
He is to blame, as much as I was. It's only taken eighty plus year of shit to grow up enough to admit I was wrong.
I digress. After he had left to return to his new lady-love, I went into the backyard and lit the firepit.
According to Bill, I couldn't take anything with me, so I burned the remainder of my favourite things. I tossed in a few of Richard's favourite things too.
What can I say? I was in a bitchy mood.
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