James used to say I was good at being ugly and indiscriminately resentful, and maybe that’s what I’m doing now. And maybe he liked my resentful side, and that’s why he said I was good at it. Who knows! I’m glad he’s gone. He had a talent for making me feel mean. We dated for four years, lived together for three of them, happily for two. Sometimes I can still feel him in the other room, judging me, avoiding me.
