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The Self-Partnered Divorce
Because all good things must come to an end
I never thought it would come to this.
In the beginning, I was so happy with myself. I’d go on long walks, holding my own hand, and at the end of the day I’d gaze at the sunset with the person I loved most in all the world right there with me: myself.
In the beginning I’d give myself thoughtful little gifts at random, just to show me how much I adored and appreciated myself.
Sometimes I’d cook myself a special meal to surprise myself, just so I could see that shy smile on my face. When I went to look in the bathroom mirror.
The first year with myself was truly bliss: my jokes made me laugh, I cuddled myself before going to sleep. Even the sex was great.
Maybe it was inevitable that as time passed I’d begin to take myself for granted. The little gifts became fewer and less inspired. The sex became routine, once or twice a week. Sometimes I’d see that I’d left dishes in the sink for myself to wash, as if I didn’t have better things to do with my time.
I tried dropping hints to myself that maybe I needed to work harder to put the spice back into my relationship, but I didn’t listen.
At the end of the second year I began to get tired of the fact I was always there, always hanging…
