Last night, I let the dog that me and her bought together eat from my hand. He was nervous, because I had taken great pains since we got him to make sure he understood that he was to eat what was in his bowl and not beg. But when it was clear that no punishment was coming, he very carefully ate it out of my hand. I patted him on the head affectionately. Afterwards, I let him bury his head in my lap and look up at me while I tousled his ears. I would have let him sit next to me on the couch, but I had trained him too well for him to do that. I knew she was going to take him with her. There would be no corrections or punishments tonight.

When it Ends you Bury it

Things never go quite the way you would expect them to. In this day and age, what terrifies men about relationships is deceit and betrayal. The cost of involving yourself with a selfish or discontented woman today is enough to turn men off from even talking about marriage.

In that sense, I chose her well. She was kind, sweet, and understanding all the way up to the end. The relationship’s cause of death crept up on me as a surprise because of how mundane it was. However, a few weeks before things actually ended, I knew that it was going to end, and that it was only a matter of time.

In Mourning

She still didn’t understand why it was ending, even though I brought up our problems many times before, but even so, she handled herself with class and kindness. I was impressed and relieved.

And I was more than a little sad. We had a conversation that I knew would likely lead to the end of the relationship, and it did. And now it’s time to bury it. But it was almost good enough to work, and in many respects, I was lucky to have been with her. I loved her.