Her use of the word ‘forever’ really stings. And I want to be angry with her, if for no other reason than that it’s the easiest thing to do in this moment. Blame her for everything that’s gone wrong, focus all my attention on her faults instead of my own. But something – call it a refusal to live in denial, call it a sudden coming to my senses, perhaps even call it the ultimate wake-up call if you really want to – whatever it is, it’s telling me that the way forward, the way for me to make sense of the madness of today, lies in acknowledging the part I’ve played in my own downfall.
