It’s all over.
Sharon and myself are no longer an item.
She took it very badly and of course there were tears and recriminations. I told her it was nothing she did, or for that matter it was nothing I did. I told her it was a simply matter of my not being able to see her any more.
She begged me to think again. She pleaded with me to give her another chance, but I pointed out that it wasn’t up to either of us. What finally broke us apart was the news itself. I told her I could no longer watch the news as it was too fucking depressing.
I told her that for a long time now the joy of seeing her had been overshadowed by the depressing shit she was pouring out every evening. All those murders, tax hikes, strikes and redundancies had finally taken their toll and I just couldn’t take it any more.
She pleaded on bended knees [and very fetching knees they are – I’ll miss them] and swore she would only read happy news from now on, but I had to point out to the poor girl that it wasn’t up to her. The news is the news and she would just have to accept that life is pretty miserable at the moment.
I admit I will miss her. I’ll miss that little secret smile she used to give me at the end of each bulletin. Life will be depressing without her, but it would be a lot more depressing if I continued to see her. A classic example of the devil and the deep blue sea.
So if you catch sight of a little tear trickling down her cheek as she reads the news. you’ll know the reason.
She’s just another victim of the miserable times we live in.