It was a dance we’d been locked into for years. Every time one of us showed a side that was a little too human, the other managed to strike. Walls were rebuilt, animosity reinforced. We kept relearning the same lesson over and over again, but it never stuck. We weren’t good for each other. I wasn’t good for her. And I could never trust a woman who had so thoroughly betrayed me. “Don’t waste your time thinking about me. I don’t waste any of mine on you,” I told her. With her gasp ringing in my ear, I disconnected the call, switched off the light, and lay in the dark hating myself.
