The first thing I notice upon walking up to my house, yes MY house, not his, is that my roses are gone. How is it possible my roses are gone? I asked very little of him while I was away, but maintaining the garden, especially my porch roses, was top priotity. And he knew that. I even wrote it into the lease he signed.

“Alex!” I yell as I unlock the front door and begin storming through every room, in search of the flower murderer.

He’s not here. Realizing it’s Tuesday morning, it dawns on me that he must be at work at the clinic. Ok, no problem, I guess I will just go ahead and unpack my stuff and wait for him to get home this evening.

I cant believe after only two months away, not only is my relationshop dead, so are my roses.