She was my mother.
Be a good boy she said, I trust you. I nicked a Mars bar and
told the shopkeeper to fuck off. She was embarrassed.
She was my teacher.
Write a poem she instructed, about love. My poem rhymed and I
cut the paper into the shape of a heart. She gave me an F.
She was my girlfriend.
Dress up, she pleaded, tonight is important. I wore my good
jeans and a crocodile shirt. She cried and made me sleep on
the couch.
She was my wife.
It's our anniversary, she reminded me. We should celebrate. I
rented a rom-com and ordered Chinese. She filed for divorce.
I never did learn.
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