It was supposed to be a temporary break-up.
We were just on a break, really.
Short term, while we took some time to think about what it was we really wanted.
But sadly, and I can’t believe I’m even saying this, I don’t even miss you. Not even a little bit.
It’s me, not you, probably.
You can call me crazy, if it makes you feel better.
But I don’t miss the inconsistencies- the excuses as to why things weren’t working out: too full, too empty, not enough soap, too much soap. The dishes were too dirty going in, needed to be cleaned coming out. There were too many excuses to even list them all now.
It was an exhausting relationship, confusing at times: whose turn was it to fill, to empty, who was emptying dirty dishes into clean cabinets, and on and on and on.
Now, all the dishes are clean, all the time. There’s never a pile in the sink waiting to go into an already full dishwasher. There’s never dread at the end of the day as to whose turn it is to do whatever always needed to be done. I don’t miss the extra steps: the filling and emptying after the rinsing and washing. I don’t miss the extra time wasted.
So as much as our break was supposed to be temporary, and although I need a little more time to think on it, I think we may just be done.
Over. Finished.
We’ll see how it goes, but don’t expect me to come back begging.
At least…..not until we’ve hosted a holiday and washed all our dishes by hand.
Maybe, just maybe, we can talk then.