She screams at me through the doorframe
“You’ll never be good enough!”
I keep walking.
I take the clothes on my back, the shoes on my feet
One hundred and eighty dollars to my name –
She tries, years later to ‘reconcile’
By repeating screaming phrases,
then calling to scream all over again.
I finally had enough of it.
The last words I spoke to her
And I quote
“Go to the adult toy store, buy a dildo, and go fuck yourself.”
That was twelve years ago.
We haven’t spoken since.
It’s been great actually.