She knew the expression ‘when your ship had sailed’.
But what to do when it literally had sailed?
She stood watching as he sailed away across the horizon and out of sight forever.
The emptiness was overwhelming, there was nothing for her but to stare at the point of intersection and wonder how all this had happened.
There had been nothing to suggest to her that their relationship was fading in any way. In fact, in her opinion their love making had been better than ever. Never had she felt so fulfilled.
So, when he announced at breakfast he was going home for good she was left speechless.
The silence that followed was as if a screen had been lowered between them and neither knew a way of taking it down. His explanation that his children needed him and his wife was ill didn’t fit with the man she had come to know who despised his abusive wife and felt isolated from his children.
But he packed his bags and made arrangements to sail off the next day. There was nothing to be said.
Before her was a different man, he’d become remote, his mind obviously in a different place and their last night he slept on the lounge saying his feelings had changed and he was no longer attracted to her.
So, this morning he was up and dressed, bags at the door awaiting the cab to take him away.
She hadn’t slept, she was numb, she didn’t know how to express the hurt she felt, the pain that was building inside her.
Turning for home she determined she had to live, she could easily fold up into a heap of flesh and give up, but bugger him, first she’d burn everything he gave her, that might make her feel slightly better.