Abandoning someone you love is an interesting process. Your subconscious sees what you have to do, and begins to help you. I sat in the passenger seat of his car after a night of driving, and he kissed me goodnight. I found that I could think of nothing but slugs writhing on top of each other. He made jokes that weren’t funny. His spelling was terrible. It’s the small things become repulsive, and you begin to tally them until they add up to a legitimate reason to leave.
