Sunday Superposition #37

Thanks for being a jerk; Cosmic Scoops; the Last Laugh

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Thanks for being a jerk

Twenty-eight years ago, I came home from work to find my fiancé had vanished. A colleague had driven me home, and he’d just pulled away when I realized I’d left my purse—and keys—in his car. I knocked on the door of my apartment, but Peter, who should’ve been home, never came to the door. Something didn’t feel right.

I was living in Vancouver, Canada, shacked up with someone who was spectacularly wrong for me. We’d met online. He moved to Canada from Australia to be with me and said he wanted to marry me. He was an entertainer and a compulsive liar. To this day, I don’t have a clear idea of why I was with him.

I stood outside the door of my basement apartment, looking through its small window for any signs of life. By that time, my work colleague, realizing he had my keys, returned to give them to me. Entering the apartment, I could immediately tell Peter was gone—like, gone gone. It had that palpable sort of emptiness. I ran to the bedroom. His dresser was emptied of clothes, his toiletries were gone. There was no note explaining where he’d gone or why. Nothing. Signs of a hastily washed load of laundry were all that remained.