No! It’s not fair. Why is it that Alex gets to leave? What makes it so that I’m the one standing here watching. . . watching him walk away. He should have to know how it feels. He said change would be good. He said that- it doesn’t matter what he said. It matters what I say. It matters what I do. I hate being left. I hate being right. He drove away just the way I knew he would. A sincere, trite, wornout apology. I’ll put it back on the shelf, he’ll find it when he comes back. As he always does.