I just sat there tonight, across from him, eating that salmon like it was the last supper, you know? Not in a dramatic way, just… the last one in this particular scenario. Two weeks. That’s all we have left in this apartment, and then it’s over. Agreed, mutual, adult, all that jargon we used when we hashed it out. And honestly? I was just so… bored. Is that awful? Does everyone feel this at the end? I kept thinking about all those performance reviews I used to sit through, like, clocking out mentally after the first ten minutes, just waiting for it to be over so I could get back to my actual work. It was the same tonight. Just waiting for the dishes to be done, waiting for the quiet hum of the dishwasher to signal I could finally go to bed. And the thing is, I’m not sad. And that’s the REALLY messed up part, I think. I should be, right? We’ve been together for… decades. Longer than some of these kids on here have been alive, I bet. And I spent so much of my life, you know, building this thing. This life. This partnership. Like climbing the corporate ladder, one step at a time, making sure all the boxes were checked. And now it’s just… done. And I just feel this… profound sense of quiet. Not peace, exactly. More like… the quiet after the office closes for the weekend and you’re the last one there. Just the hum of the fluorescent lights and the knowledge that for a few days, at least, nobody's going to need you for anything. I guess I always thought the end of something this big would feel… bigger. Like a whole section of my life would just get ripped out, leaving a gaping hole. But it’s not a hole. It’s just… space. And I’m actually looking forward to filling it with whatever I want. No more negotiating over what to watch, no more pretending to care about his golf game. It’s a little exhilarating, actually. A little like getting a new project proposal and realizing you can build it from the ground up, exactly how you want it. Is that weird? To feel more excited than heartbroken? Because I really do feel that way. And I don't care if that makes me a terrible person.