When one person ghosts another, there is a split down the middle. The good guy, and the bad guy. The right and the wrong. The victim and the perpetrator. Call it what you want. It’s still terrible.
I have been on this wonderfully confusing planet for 26 years now, and I have spent most of them in a relationship. In primary school, I was the playground Romeo. I would start the day with one girlfriend before walking down the (pretend) aisle with a different girlfriend at lunch time. I would hold their […]