This would have to be the most ironic instalment of all! It is by far the lowest I sank, the most humiliation I put myself through, by meticulously dissecting what the “he” of these entries (nicknamed Kenenisa after the famous runner, because he turned out to be so good at running away) did/didn’t do in those apocalyptic days leading to the officialization of the breakup. And yet, I say “I never sunk that low….came near humiliation…but stopped myself in time.” Oh lord if only I could have stopped myself from writing this part, and better yet if only I could have stopped myself from posting it. Ah well.
For the .pdf, go here: 7
For the audio: …uh hells no!
Rebecca Fisseha, Writer. 