For the first time in 20 years I read the last will and testament of my ex-partner Herman last night.
I read it and berated myself for reading it at the same time. But it didn't hurt, it didn't even really get me as angry as I expected it to. At least not angry with Herman. His mother I will always despise because she is who she is. His father was pure dictator, there was nothing else one could do but hate him, or at least revile him.
But last night I suddenly discovered detachment. After 20 years of a life twisted and distorted by Herman's dying and death I think I may be able to confront it.
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