a moment out of love

While I was in the hospital, committed in a mental ward after attempting suicide, a social worker came to talk to me. She asked a lot of questions that had very long answers. She asked about our marriage. She asked about you. When I had finally finished explaining what I felt capable of explaining, and asked how someone who told you that you were the love of their life, their soul mate, their best friend, could abandon you and within a month begin dating again, she answered that she thought it just meant I was a better person than you.

I told her that I knew you were an asshole, but at least you were my asshole.