She was unmarried and outgoing, whereas I was just married and mostly a homebody (something that had been simmering even before I met my husband).
I got the impression that we had a solid base and were supported by something more substantial. However, things abruptly altered in the spring of the next year, only a few months later.
No significant indicators, problems, or even a dispute were present. It started like it always does. Little deeds that rot into huge voids where something used to be.
No “can we talk” sessions or lunches like the ones on Real Housewives reality TV to discuss problems. Nowadays, ghosting is a frequent occurrence in dating.
One that has been recognized by everybody as a possible drawback of putting oneself out there. Early on in every love relationship, there always appears to be a hint of trepidation.
