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How My Ex Led Me To Believe He Was Dead
The Birth of Truth
Many moons ago and the day before Valentine’s Day, my boyfriend at the time decided not to come home from his night job. Most nights, he staggered in roughly around 1 or 2 a.m. It was definitely a questionable return time, but I was convinced that he “had a lot of work to finish”, as the story was told.
This particular night, however, he didn’t come home at the usual time. I didn’t think much of it once it hit 2 a.m. and figured maybe the train got stalled as it was the wee hours of the night. The public transportation system in my hometown was good for that.
I rolled over and tried to sleep, but something kept nagging me. So, I did what any girlfriend would do and called his cell phone. It rang until I heard his voicemail. I reassured myself, saying, "No worries, maybe he’s underground as there is never a good connection in the subway.”
About an hour went by, and still nothing. My nerves started to peak, and the rush of thoughts emerged. Where was he? Why was he not picking up? Did he get arrested again? Yes, this is something that has happened on his way home from work as well.
4 a.m. came and went, 5 a.m., then 6. At this point, I thought this man was dead in a ditch or gutted in the subway tunnels. His phone was no longer ringing and went…