I Really Miss Missing My Partner
My partner and I have fallen into the weird habit of saying “good luck for your meeting!”, then “how was your meeting?” 30 minutes later. It began when he started a new job in lockdown. It’s carried on because it’s all we have. Despite the question, most days I already know the answer. There’s not much that stays private, when two people live and work together in one small flat. I can hear his voice murmuring through the wall throughout most of the day; his presence when he flushes the loo; his footsteps on the creaky floorboard, while I’m trying to have some alone time with A...