She had packed up and left him a few months ago. He had been sent to Bradenton at the last minute to fill-in for a senior-level production manager who had been hospitalised after a stroke, and it was, for her, the last straw.
The note she left proclaimed that his constant neglect of her in favor of his job was too abusive for her to tolerate any further.
He struggled to understand how having to take three emergency business trips (none of which lasted more than four days) over the past year could possibly be considered abandonment, much less neglectful, or holy hyperbolic, abusive.
It took him awhile to realise how superficial the relationship had been for her. Her own sister had been telling him that for some time, but he'd just blew that criticism off as some sort of sibling rivalry/jealousy thing.
He was a tad delusional, he supposed. Always assuming that there was no way anyone would do to him what he wouldn't do to them.
The realization that it was his own failure to not recognise that the entire time he had been fighting to keep the relationship together, she had been fighting to pull it apart, was painful.
Fortunately, he was not as dense as he often accused himself as being, and he found he could indeed go on in spite of the loss of someone he thought he could not live without.
All of this I listened to very patiently, and all of it was somewhat something I could truthfully say I fully understood.
Ah, the common sufferings of mice and men.
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