Part 2: The Bang

There are things that don’t really exist. And certainly not in your own relationship. And then you hear yourself say: leave the keys and go! First it rustles, then it clangs, and finally your apartment door crashes into the lock. You are left alone in the bathtub in which you were just lying together. What you see is fog. Until you realize that this is really happening right now. And then you start to shiver. That was me, after seven years of a marriage-like relationship.

Before that, at the very beginning and also quite a bit further on: the usual. In love, engaged and yet not married.

continue to part 3: “About 12 months before the bath”

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