I should lay into her. I should totally unleash all the anguish and hurt and grief that I've been feeling since she left me two days ago and just let her have it. But I don't have the energy. I spend all day simply trying to hold myself together, and I don't have the strength for an assault on her. She doesn't look like she would give a shit anyway, standing there so calm and collected, like she was apologizing for buying the wrong kind of cereal instead of ending our relationship.
"You're not getting the bed," I told Christine, guarding the hallway to the bedroom.
"It's my bed," she responded.
I was ruthless. "Tough shit. You took the Carole King boxed set AND the Sarah Vaughn collection. I get the bed."
"That's not fair! I bought that bed."
"For ME! Remember? You bought this for ME." Of course, I was right. Christine did buy the bed. But she bought for me. The bed we'd been sleeping on, MY bed, was so old that you could feel the springs in your back -- so she surprised me with it.
I was totally exhausted from working on set, but when I got home and saw her on that virgin mattress, we just had to break it in! I felt the warmth creeping to my face as I remembered that night. I glanced up and realized Christine was thinking of it too.
"Chris," I started. "Why..." but she cut me short.
"I can't talk right now, Fran. I just came to pick up the bed but...." Man, she really knew how to spoil a moment! I was just beginning to feel humane.
"You know what?" I managed, trying to keep my voice under control "Take the damn bed. It means that much to you?!?! Just fucking take it, and get the hell out!!!"
She looked like a trapped rabbit right then. "...But I changed my mind! You can keep it. I don't care about it. I'm sorry, Fran. I don't want to blow you off..."
"Well, honey, you did. You blew me right off the face of this earth."
"I need to go." But she hesitated a moment. The phone rang and I picked it up trying to act nonchalant.
"See ya'. Have a nice life." I said, my gut turning into a hundred knots, and I turned my back to her. "Hello?" I asked the receiver.
When I turned around she was gone again.
The receiver spoke. "Hi, is Christine there?" the voice asked, and I broke down then.
"She doesn't live here anymore," I managed to get out, and collapsed on the couch.... 
