It all began on Monday with a call from my lady love who no longer no wanted to be my lady love.
Simply put, she wanted someone else and doing it over the phone was just easier than doing it in person because I would have surely sobbed on her shoulder and she didn't like to see me cry.
And lately, I'd started to cry about the lack of intimacy in our relationship.
Oh, we spent time between the sheets, to be certain sure, but she didn't like to kiss or hold me.
So the sex was not as good as it could have been and its emptiness got to be a problem that I couldn't not talk about whenever I was feeling down, which in the last couple of months was a couple of times a week.
In fact, she blamed me for the breakup as I couldn't stop whinging about her that she turned to a man who was all the things that I wasn't, which she swears she wouldn't have done if I hadn't whinged so much.
Or at all.
She would have surely preferred that.
And I would have preferred she had been more intimate with me.
But neither thing happened.
And now we're done.
In time, I'll be happy that that is the case, but that day is not today.