I always wonder what it feels like to go home after a long day at work. When I say “home,” it’s because I never felt like I really had one. Home, to me, isn’t a place; it’s a person.

I don’t think I ever truly loved you, but I’m grateful for what I learned from our time together. Because of you, I learned how to figure myself out, especially the things I don’t like. That matters to me because knowing what to reject is just as important as knowing what to choose.

We grew up together. You, me, and my best friend from the time we were barely out of the cradle. Like a sister, everyone said. I thought I’d signed a contract, but it was all abstract. My real marriage has always been my career. I’m married to my ambition, and I don’t think I’m wrong for that. I’m not sorry.

Sleeping with my best friend was a bold move. Everyone expected some reaction from me, but silence has always been my best response. I’d rather pet a wild animal than give people what they’re looking for. I’ve always approached life like a math problem to be solved, and ever since then, you never really made sense. In the end, I had to cross you out of the equation. You didn’t belong there anyway.

I may be cold-blooded, but at least I’m not a snake. The mistress will be the one crying at night, while I go to bed early so I can get up and go to work in the morning.