“Yet you cannot let go. Why?               I can let go. I can let you drop so easily. That is because I do not see you as a person but rather an appliance that I switch on and off. I don’t need you for two months so I switch you off and put you away. You do not trouble my consciousness. Not once. So when I have subjected you to another bout of silent treatment and you are sat weeping into your glass of pinot grigio wondering aloud if I am thinking about you, I can help you with that. No I am not. You no longer exist to me. You never existed.”