sixteen hundred plus
the archive of a marriage
time is a savage
How does one go about mourning the death of a relationship that wasn’t supposed to end?
It isn’t as dramatic as death. It’s the emptiness of a dead-end that gets to me. After laboring for five years, I realised this afternoon that my relationship was at a dead-end. I didn’t think I would walk out. But I did. I didn’t think I…