Endless
Mourning
Seven months on after she had left
him after the death of her father it still gave him sorrow. He did his best to
move on from her and them. Two and a half years of it. Other people had been
affected. His long term gay husband had felt totally betrayed. Plus his female
friend of seventeen years was now so distant. The gay husband had been betrayed
while the romance was going on. The long term friend after it had ended. She
had fallen in love with the bisexual man. She was one his rebounds. He swung
both ways. He was open minded hence his precious romance with his girlfriend.
She had been fine that he took it up the butt and had a gay husband. It was
when her dad died she pushed him away while full of grief. It was normal and
expected that she would talk to her boyfriend and depend on him. Instead she
did the unthinkable. She became a stranger. No signs of intimacy communication
or love. Grief stole it all. He was heartbroken too. There was little he could
do but mourn her dad’s death and the loss of their relationship. He tried to reach
out to her. She ignored his messages and invalidated all he said. Heartbreak
was everywhere. He resigned from his job. His savings were enough to get by on.
His gay husband was still furious. Oddly their sex was even better. His female
friend said Hi now and again but was a stranger. As was his long term
girlfriend. She showed him no emotions or gave him any gifts. Not even a candy.
How had it all gone like this? The girlfriend realized she was living a lie.
The grief triggered this and so began the descent into madness. Her ex had a
pistol. A shiny silver one with a pretty varnished handle and dum dum bullets.
He put the gun in his mouth and wondered what death felt like. Tears fell down
his face. If he pulled the trigger it was over. Three people would mourn him. He
was this way for two hours. Endless weeping. His emotions were now numb. It was
time. He had decided. He pulled the trigger…
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