Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “miss.” Use it any way you’d like. Have fun!
When I hear the word miss it brings several thoughts to mind, but right now it brings a feeling to mind. I miss my sort of significant other. We were together for 18 years and he was married which was the problem with the whole relationship. He, as a man, kept most of his feelings out of it. I, as a woman, fell deeply in love. I got hurt a lot during our duration. Then he suddenly disappeared citing the fact 10 months later when I tracked him down that he was afraid it was his fault that I attempted suicide. We talked and resumed the relationship. It lasted for about 7 or 8 more months and then he claimed his wife found out. I don’t believe that for second after 18 months of not getting caught. He wanted a way out. So fine, you are now out, but why do I miss the scum bag?