It took a month after Patrick’s death, to finally get some ‘me’ space. To finally be free of my family and all the bits and pieces of death.
All bills were paid, and now it was time to think of tomorrow, a tomorrow without Patrick.
He had been a nice person. Likable, kind, all the most positive traits. Our life was ‘perfect’, to hear others talk.
There was only one slight hitch.
I never loved him. And he never loved me.
You wouldn’t notice it, because we were friendly, faithful, and behaved as a happily married couple.
Our reality was a secret and we maintained it perfectly.
No one knew the truth except us.