I was excited for the weekend. I hadn’t looked forward to something like this in a long time. Sure, I’d enjoyed weekends with Graham, but we rarely did anything together. The lustre had been lacking in our relationship for a long time. I could see that now. And it was strange that I no longer felt sad or hurt by Graham’s decision to end it. I was hurt by his words, and I was hurt by the cruel way he thought me so undeserving of an adult conversation instead resorting to pointing out my weight and how I chose to live my life. A simple “this isn’t working out” would’ve sufficed.
