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by Sarah Michelle Lynch

Sounds like it actually did work out for the best.

  “He was too intense, too soon.”

  “That’s just because he never had a woman treat him right,” Adam says. “I know Susan is hard work and complicated, but his wife Sami, she’s just stone cold. I never, ever liked her.”

  “Complicated, Adam? Complicated? Is that your new word for a lying, robbing, abusive bitch? How can you still defend her?”

  “I don’t know, I don’t know, Saskia. I don’t know.” He throws his arms up, exasperated with himself. “Maybe because the sex was good. Maybe she could be soft and tender, sometimes. I dunno. Maybe because she is my wife and that means something. Maybe because we did have babies together. Not anything we could actually hold, you know… but cells were made, in a test tube, combined from both me and her… and stuff like that, it fucking bonds you, okay? It bonds people.”

  I see he’s at the end of his tether. He’s a broken man right now. He loves her but she won’t actually allow him to love her properly. That’s the problem. She’s encased herself in a prison of her own making and it’s really herself she hurts, most of all. Adam is a lovely man. I don’t understand how the woman could do this to him.

  “But maybe what you think is a bond isn’t actually a bond, but like co-dependence, built up over time. It’s just become ingrained, you don’t think you can survive without her, even after she’s done all this stuff… because she gradually made you dependent.”

  “No, what we had… it was different. It was special. Unique.”

  Even he ought to recognise he’s already talking in the past tense.

  “How do you know that? You don’t! Your only major relationship was with her. Maybe you’re like Robert… you haven’t got anything to compare it with yet. You didn’t know what you were getting into.”

  Adam looks down at his lap and huffs. “Maybe you’re all the same, you know? You women. Maybe that’s it. You all want something from men, some are just more honest about it.”

  I shake my head wildly. “That’s her talking and you know it. That’s her influence. The old Adam would never say anything like that.”

  He grew up with four really good female friends and he knows not a single one of us would ever do anything like this to any man – ever. None of us would stoop this low. It’s not just one thing, either… a whole stack!

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