“What good does wallowing do?” I shrugged. “I mean there is science to this kind of thing. The actual pain of it only lasts a really short time. It’s the obsessive wondering and what-if’ing and mourning for your loss that makes you shrivel up in a ball for weeks or months. I have nothing to wonder or what-if or mourn. He didn’t love me enough. Case closed. Someday someone will. Or maybe some day a dozen or so cats will. Whatever.”
