I didn’t anticipate how hard this was going to be. Flashbacks of the last 7 years. Listening to her leave the house. It occurs to me, one day she won’t be here anymore. I won’t hear her leave the house. Slam the door.
She’s excited, running around like a little hedgehog. New jeans, new boots, a clink of bottles.
I wasn’t bothered about her having sex with someone else. It’s the other stuff – holding hands, hugging, laughing.
I knew this day would come.
It’s good, I need to move on.
I was going to insert Linkin Park’s video – ‘In The End’ here… but I thought, that’s a bit lazy Rebecca! So I’ve done my own cover. I don’t really ‘DO’ rapping, but hey, let’s look at it as expanding my repertoire.
Oh good. She’s forgotten something. The engine’s running outside which means her new girlfriend is sitting in the van.
In my seat in the van.
In my seat in the van where I spent the last 7 years.
Where we broke down on the motorway numerous times. Where we waited for the AA in the Balfour Beatty portakabin. And wrote a story in the signature book – the book of breakdowns. And read the other entries. And laughed.
Could someone please switch off my feelings now? It’s getting a bit painful.
Oh Buttons. Buttons she bought me at the motorway service station. What are we gonna do?