I think for a moment about these mistakes. How quickly I made them. How easy they were to make. I stopped making an effort, always walking around the house with Sudocrem on my spots. Carrying on talking about my work even when he was trying to relax so that falling asleep would come easy. I was so secure in this love, I thought that he would forgive me for each and every one of those mistakes, but soon they all piled up and there were too many of them and all these tiny ones were enough for him to say, ‘I want to be on my own.’