‘That was fast,’ she says. I tell her I’m sorry, but she just laughs. ‘I meant me.’ I hadn’t noticed, or I had but I’d been so concerned about being good that I didn’t realise I’d done so well. I just want you to be happy, I tell her. She twists around and kisses my forehead. ‘I’m totally content.’ I really want to believe her and stop hating myself. When we’re together, I very nearly feel like a good person. We can go again if you like? ‘I’d love to,’ she says, ‘but my boyfriend will be home soon.’
Nic Addenbrooke is a freelance writer, editor, content creator, radio broadcaster, part-time poet and sometimes artist. Nic has been coming to terms with existence for years. He currently lives and works in Brisbane where he struggles to turn the cacophony of voices in his head into things of substance. It doesn’t always work but occasionally produces a nice veneer of sanity.