A Dialogue
I think we need to talk.
I’m thinking of making a roast for dinner.
I’m being serious.
If you’re working late, I can wait for the weekend.
Please, I’m trying to tell you something.
I quite fancy roast, though.
You see the thing is, I’ve met someone else.
I can always reheat it when you come home.
And I know this is hard to hear.
Yes, I think I’ll cook a roast.
And I know you won’t want to listen.
I’ll just set the table for myself.
But I think we both know that we’ve been drifting apart for a long time now.
I’ll make you up a plate and leave it in the microwave.
And she makes me really happy.
All you’ll need to do is get your own cutlery from the drawer.
I want to spend my life with someone who makes me happy.
Fine, I’ll lay a place for you at the table, you’ll just have to heat up the plate.
And you haven’t made me happy for a very long time.
If you want to wake me to heat it up for you, I don’t mind.
So what I’m trying to say is that I’m leaving you.
I’ll see you when you get home from work, then.
I’ve packed all my things and hired a van.
Make sure you drive safe.
I’m leaving tonight.
Goodnight, darling.