You lie on your back, staring at the ceiling. She has gone. You are alone again.
You try to get your life back on track, knowing rejection will follow.
Your laptop pings. Is it good news? No — it never is.
At six o’clock she comes home. ‘Any luck today, John?’
‘No,’ you say. ‘Too old, wrong experience, over-qualified. All the usual reasons. And that’s the ones who bothered to reply.’
‘Never mind, darling. You’ll find something soon, I’m sure.’
She says it every day. You no longer believe it.
You try to get your life back on track, knowing rejection will follow.
Your laptop pings. Is it good news? No — it never is.
At six o’clock she comes home. ‘Any luck today, John?’
‘No,’ you say. ‘Too old, wrong experience, over-qualified. All the usual reasons. And that’s the ones who bothered to reply.’
‘Never mind, darling. You’ll find something soon, I’m sure.’
She says it every day. You no longer believe it.
