Orion s Dog
Every two weeks my ex-boyfriend would send me a message asking politely if he could please take the dog out for a walk. It became a routine, he would show up at the door bearing gifts: a new sweater for the dog, treats for the dog. We made chit-chat and then he would take the dog out for a walk, come back and leave. It became a routine. At first I treated these polite visits with apprehension, then with indifference. I was over him. In fact I had stopped loving him long before we had broken...