The Mistress

by Valerie Keogh

There was nobody I was close to, no bosom buddy to bend my ear and fill me in on what was happening. I didn’t care. It made it easier to take a step back. To focus on the endgame.

Isolation at times isnt good and is a prison some people build for themselves, brick by brick until they realize when laying the final brick what they have constructed and boxed themselves in.

Men always wanted you when you didn’t want them; if you wanted them, they vanished. Far better to be the one to do the vanishing.

Main character's abandonment issues & yet nuanced observation on the push/pull dynamics in interpersonal connections.

And there it was. Susan the doormat. Wipe your feet on it. Use it when you wanted to. Hop over it if you didn’t and carry the muck into the house with you. ‘Well, actually, yes it does. As I said, I’ve been very busy recently and may not be free. Actually, I need to go now. Lovely speaking to you, darling. Give me a buzz or better yet, message me when you’re thinking of coming home, and I’ll see if it suits.’ And she hung up before he had a chance to reply.

She found her voice & taking the steps to take back her power.

Love and hate… how odd to feel both emotions so strongly at the same time.

So true.