”“No, no you don’t but how about you try and see some positives about it instead of looking at all the negatives?”“Positives? Like what?”�...�Well, for one thing, you will have six weeks without being nagged.”He gave me a sly grin and I couldn’t help but chuckle.“Yeah, I guess that is a positive. I’m just really disappointed that I won’t be able to do anything with my mates.”“The thing is, Nate, I get that but your mum never will. She’s just not wired that way. She never had many friends growing up. Showing me isn’t proving, it’s taunting, and you know that, you psycho.”I was stuck between feeling my heart sinking through the floor in guilt, and thanking my lucky stars that I hadn’t taken Taylor up on her offer to fuck her. Wait…I exploded at Taylor. “Was this why you tried to-”A single finger from Morgan, as well as the most deadly serious expression a human being ever gave me, stopped me mid-sentence. “I want to do the talking,” Morgan simply told me. “Have your turn later.”She turned. Empty moments were scarce. It suited me.I did not want to hear Elaine's voice again or see her face. So I sent her an e-mail. I wrote her I planned to start divorce procedures. "Planned" might be the right word. I had not really done anything to start anything. I just could not get around the very idea of divorcing Elaine. It felt alien. In a way it felt as if I were stooping to a level she and I should never even consider.Yes, I am a hopeless romantic.The apartment was small, but relatively. I watched as she entered the water, and after diving in she happily turned around and waved to her partner, who waved back. I got up and headed down as well, diving in to the water near the French woman. It was quite a shock on my warm skin, and when I came up I smiled at the French woman and said "Wow, that feels like making love: when one goes in, one feels big and hard, and when one comes out one feels small and shrunken!" She laughed at me, and I knew that we had established a good empathy..