"I pick up my bag and wander across the street to collect my shoes, looking up at my apartment with cold emptiness. I m numb, feet aching, tears streaming down my face and wander slowly into the building, letting myself in and getting up to my floor via the stairs. It s deathly silent, around two am or thereabouts and I try not to make too much noise that will disturb my neighbors. "
"I only sat on the cold sidewalk for a minute, before self-preservation kicked in, my numbness, made me move and walk inside. I can t stop sobbing, but I feel dead inside. I don t think I can handle this pain if I sit and ponder it, so I have decided to walk, anywhere, anyplace, until my legs fall off, so that I do not sit here and cry over his leaving me."
Again.
"When I get into my apartment, I throw
