The summer holidays were over meaning the Joe had returned back to his job as an art lecturer. I now had a lot of time on my hands and I really did have an exhibition to prepare for. The gallery over on Heron’s Way would be showing a collection of my latest works, which I was ironically naming ‘Truth and Deception.’
I had had such a lovely week end with Joe, and it had filled me with a new resolve. Joe and I had 9 solid years together, 8 of which were great. I couldn’t seriously jeopardise those 9 years for 1 year of, whatever the last year had been. I had a great life and a great partner. I loved my work and I was incredibly lucky to be successful in doing something that I truly loved. I had decided to end things with Adam, absolutely decided. And this was easily done as long as I didn’t see him. I would concentrate on my work, just throw myself into it. They say that time heals all wounds, and I’d really only wounded myself. This was my mantra, and I was committed. I pushed to the back of my mind the circumstances under which I had met Adam and what his presence meant to me, what I meant to him…. That was a can of worms I was not prepared to open just yet.
But I felt good, and today I would paint. Today I would sculpt. And today, I would speak to my mother.
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Caught in-between #Wattys2016
General FictionWhen Cassandra's father passes away suddenly, everything she thinks she knows begins to change. Her hero suddenly gone, she is left alone to tackle her complex relationship with her mother. With her outlook on love and life completed shattered, Cas...
