What Lies Between Us

by John Marrs

have stopped loving you. I have stopped caring about you. I have stopped worrying about you. I have simply . . . stopped. This might come as news to you but despite everything, despite the cruelty, the selfishness and the pain you have caused, I still found a way to care. But not any more. Now, I am putting you on notice. I no longer need you. I don’t think fondly of our early days, so I am erasing these memories and all that followed. For much of our time together I wished for a better relationship than the one we have, but I’ve come to understand this

have spent too much of my life trying to figure out your intricacies, of suffering your deeds like knives cutting through scar tissue. I am through with sacrificing who I should have been to keep you happy as it has only locked us in this status quo. I have wasted too much time wanting you to want me. I ache when I recall the opportunities I’ve been too scared to accept because of you. Such frittered-away chances make me want to crawl on my hands and knees to the end of the garden, curl up into a ball on a mound of earth and wait until the nettles and the ivy choke and cover me from view.

The next time we are together, I want one of us to be lying stiff in a coffin wearing rags that no longer fit our dead, shrunken frame. Only then can we separate. Only then can we be ourselves. Only then do I stand a chance of finding peace. Only then will I be free of you. And should my soul soar, I promise that yours will sink like the heaviest of rocks, never to be seen again.

Damn!!!

But like that old song goes, you can’t always get what you want.

have my books to keep me company and sometimes I can convince myself they’re enough.

Yes usually they are but sometimes i need extra interactions

hate chicken chasseur. ‘Sounds lovely,’ I say.

Over dinner, she’ll keep me up to speed with who she’s seen and what they’re up to, but does she ever long to be among them? Watching isn’t living, is it?

No its not

Well, our home, I suppose. And love it or loathe it, neither of us is going anywhere.

I remind him I’m a girl and it’s been scientifically proven that we can multitask better than boys.

which makes me think she treated him so badly that he had no choice but to leave us both.

Yeh couldnt possibly be hes an asshat right?

was flattered when I understood how much the protagonist was imprisoned by his love for that girl. Nobody can ever convince me that Jon wasn’t driven by the same passion for me.

Ewwwwwewww

Imagine that, living a life without love for all these intervening years. I don’t need anyone to tell me how pathetic that sounds.

Sounds great

‘I like my bananas green,’ he’d said with a grin.

Ewwwwww

Prince William pub.

We have both got this so very, very wrong. Bobby isn’t my half-brother. Bobby is Dylan. And Dylan is my son, not the lost daughter I have pined for all these years.

Omg!!!

Unless Dad never left us.

Then without saying a word, Nina drops the object to the floor and retreats to her bedroom as quietly as she appeared.

What?!