Novelist Diana Spechler wrote on her Facebook status update that she was reading an essay on this topic.
That inspired me to these painful memories of relationships that came to unexpected endings:
* It was a few minutes into the phone conversation when she said: "There’s something I want to tell you. Vicki* came over Friday night and we fooled around. I was her booty call. How do you feel about that?"
* I was living with Pammy*. She stayed out all night and returned home around noon. "As you probably guessed," she said, "I was with Michael [her ex]."
"Did you have sex with him?" I asked.
"What do you think?" she replied.
* "I’m going to Europe," she said in 1998.
"Oh, OK," I said. "I’ll be here waiting."
"Don’t wait for me," she said. "We’re not going anywhere."
* When she blogged her dissatisfaction with our last date. I wouldn’t wait for the waiter to put her dessert in a doggy bag because I was so eager to get to "Big FIsh" (we arrived 15 minutes early). She asked for feedback from her readers. All said her date was a jerk and she should dump him.
* When Cathy Seipp didn’t ask me to be a pallbearer at her funeral.
