Time to say goodbye? The sad truth about Heard V Depp

Why do we hurt the ones we once loved when we leave?

Easier to fight than to accept you have to let go and accept it’s over?

I nearly- so nearly- sent a very unpleasant text a few months ago. I’m glad I didn’t, but it felt good to write it out. Fuck you, I wrote, hastily correcting the duck that had been autocorrected for me. Fuck you for hurting me as much as you did. Fuck you for being a coward and not giving me the apology or closure I needed. Fuck you for knowing you were hurting me and choosing to anyway. I deleted it straight away. What good would it possibly do to send it? I didn’t want to hurt the guy it was meant for. I didn’t want to distress him. I didn’t want to burn any bridges. I didn’t want a fight. And, deep down, I knew silence was the right decision. We didn’t have anything to say to each other that wasn’t sad or painful. I wasn’t ready to just be friends. He definitely wasn’t. I wasn’t ready to talk. Neither was he. I wasn’t ready to hear his side of the story. He didn’t want to hear mine. If we were going to make up, it would be months, and months and months from now when we weren’t so annoyed and hurt. Why, then, was it so tempting to set fire to an uneasy truce?

I think, when we encounter a sudden, unwanted change in our life- whether that’s the end of a relationship, an unexpected divorce, leaving a job, or ending a contract- we are suddenly…