Really Good, Actually

by Monica Heisey

It’s really starting to piss me off that the division of our entwined lives can be like, a non-event for you and an enormous administrative chore for me.

“There’s only one winner of a breakup,” Amy said. “Why shouldn’t everyone know it’s you?”

“One day,” she said, “and it will surprise you how soon this day will come, but one day you will wake up and feel good. It won’t last long, but then you’ll have another day where you barely remember this abjection, and another, and another, until that’s just your life. But for now, it will be hard. This is the part that’s hard.”

I reshaped our happy memories until they were revealed for what they truly were: false moments of hope

How embarrassing, to have to figure out what was Me, what was Him, what was Us. How much more embarrassing, to find out you’d got it wrong.