I walked to the window to watch him get out of his car and drive away. I sighed and then closed the curtains before walking to the bed to lie down. For a long time, I stayed motionless, staring at the ceiling. I wondered if I hadn’t refused having s*x with him, would he have stayed at home? If I could forget that he was only using me during the years we were together, and that he had probably been cheating on me for a long time—perhaps since our relationship started—maybe I could make him stay.
I turned on my side and pulled the quilt up to cover myself completely. Even though I tried to hold back my tears, a few rolled down my cheeks as I recalled seeing Kevin and Zoe together today in the changing room. I sighed and attempted to think of something else. Even though my chest hurt badly,
