Story telling from Australia
Really glad. There, I’ve said it. I’m over you. To be honest (and if we can’t be honest after a break-up when can we be?) you were getting on my nerves.
At the start of our relationship you were a novelty, I’m willing to admit that – eager to please, always there when I wanted you. Was I complacent? Did I take advantage? If I did I’m sorry, but you never complained, not like now with your constant attention-seeking behaviour. Have you any idea how demanding you are? How often I want to throttle you? I don’t suppose you do.
The last few years have been tiresome, exhausting really. I can’t keep up. Maybe it’s the age difference. I’ve aged thirty years and you kept getting younger, kept reinventing yourself. Do you remember when you first came into my life, in that tiny flat in Ealing? Don’t take this the wrong way, but you were quite, well… you were chunky. You’ve lost weight since and it happened so gradually I didn’t really notice, but suddenly you’re slender, you’re sleek, quite frankly you’re rather alluring.
NO! I’m glad we severed our connection.
I enjoyed what you had to offer, it’s true, and yes, I suppose I did take you for granted. I switched you on whenever I felt like it, switched you off without a moment’s hesitation then switched you back on again hours later. You never complained, never answered back. Not like now.
Remember those sweet silent notes you used to slip me? How can I help? Here, let me guide you, just follow my lead and you’ll be fine.
Oh what a slippery slope that was, and look where it led us. You’re never silent now, constantly demanding my attention with a barrage of clicks and taps and pings and beeps and blips…then suddenly…nothing.
The abrupt cessation of hostilities on Friday morning marked the end of our connection.
You’d done this before, many times, and I have no doubt you’ll be back. You always come back. Always.
Maybe next time I’ll be strong enough to resist your charms. I’ll be impervious to those damned pings. Maybe next time I’ll be the one to walk away.
For now though, I sit here waiting, quietly enjoying the silence, dreading and longing for your anticipated return.
[As you can see, I wasn’t strong enough to resist when the promised return took place]