A Breakup Tale in So Many Parts
By Adrianne Frost
Part 5: 7 days, 18 hours, 12 minutes since you left

Today I was thinking on the train, which I try not to do these days, because folks stare when I cry, How can you just "move on" after 10 years?!!? How does that work?
"Well, that's done."
Like pulling a tooth.
Check please!
So-so meal. Next time, you won't dine there.
Yesterday, I watched "Ring Of Fire" on HBO as I made one of the stools for the breakfast set that had been sitting in its box for over a month (I needed a project). Johnny chased June for, like, twelve years. June helped him with his pill problems and booze and everything. He was The Man In Black, for goodness sake! You don't get much more depressed than that. And June Carter Cash always had sunshine in her smile. She had the Little Rascals coming out of her ass, she was so adorable and she stayed with him for 35 years!
You, sir, are no June Carter Cash.
You're the Kennedy family. You're the worst one: you're Teddy. Plunged that car into the lake and let me drown; swam to the top and walked away and oh, by the way, while you're freshly dead, can I have my shit back? I really can't wait until you're dead and buried because I'm a glorious friggin’ Kennedy, you slop loving piglet!.
A man shot 10 little Amish girls in a schoolhouse and five of them are dead. His face is plastered all over the papers and the television. They milk it for everything.
The Amish people are burying these little girls and forgiving the man who shot them. Then they will mourn and continue on with their lives.
I can't do it. I can't. I will not. I cannot forgive you yet. Too soon.
I couldn't do what they do. I'm too selfish. I'd miss my iPod. I'd put on a bonnet and marry Yodiddlehan in a minute if it weren't for the iPod. Then maybe I'd forgive you and not live every day hating you, you scum sucking liar.
Who I am kidding? I'd be baking bread with my sisters, still secretly praying for you to be in a coma.
Today, I got rid of the stupid, ass clown songs you added to my iPod. If I heard "Overkill" by Men At Work one more time on the song shuffle, I was going to come down to Greenwich street just to punch you in the throat. Only based on that song repeating on my shuffle, not even that you left. Just that song.
Today I had a revelation:
THE iMAC WAS A LIE! A LIE, I SAY! (Donning my powdered wig and thrusting my gavel into the air)
You said we were getting the iMac to make short films. We were going to make short films because we had great ideas and so much talent. We were going to grow old together. We were going to go to Paris for our next big trip. We were going to see "The Science of Sleep" on Friday and to the MOMA on Saturday. If you had just waited until then, you would have seen that things were better. We would have walked arm and arm in the cool night air. You would have seen the breeze blow through my hair and kissed me and I'd squeeze your arm. You would have said, "This is nice. I'm so glad we're doing this" and we would've had a great time. We wouldn't have wanted to come home and we'd sit in Union Square park for a while, maybe, watching people or dogs. We were almost there. But you gave up. Why did you give up?
Why did you give up?
THE iMAC WAS A LIE! ALL A LIE! (Piercing the air with my pointed finger)
You said we were getting the iMac so I could work at home on it and you could take my HP on the train to edit audio. You said we'd get a DV camera before the end of August to start filming.
LIES! LIES, I SAY! (as you cower in the corner as my brutes drag you to your feet)
You bought the stupid iMac in preparation to leeeeeeeeeeeeeeave, didn't you? You said to me, in the week before you left, "RCN is messing up my email on this iMac, I'm going to have to get gmail".
I'd say, "Give me a break the size of your bleeding heart", but that would indicate that you have a heart the size of a normal human being and I have discovered in the last seven days that you, indeed, seem to have the pulminary system (which includes the heart) of a NAKED MOLE RAT!
You have ice water in your veins. You are the Grinch before the Who's sang. You are--
just going to have to wait until I'm ready to see you or talk to you or hear from you or anything.
This was a complete shock to me. I wasn't done trying. I wasn't done waiting. I wasn't done loving you.
You just have to wait until I'm done.