The Letter

I had all these genius ideas fantasies about where Mum had disappeared to. Mostly she was dead in them, tragically while trying to protect my honour in some way. But no: Here’s the earth shattering mean selfish unloving truth…

My darling Diego,

I’m so sorry I left you like that… I thought it would be better to sneak away. No tearful goodbyes. No questions. And Chell would keep looking after you as long as the pay lasted… I guess it’s run out by now. That’s why I’m writing. Just to let you know I’m OK. I’m happy. I couldn’t tell Darius about you, he thinks I have no children. I can’t lose another man. I need looking after. I hope you will understand one day…

I’m sorry,

Your mother

Can you imagine???? It’s a good thing I didn’t read it when she meant me to – that might’ve been the thing to tip me over the edge.

Of course that’s exactly how I'll do it… Leaving without a word to avoid the questions and the tearful goodbyes. Like mother like son. But that’s as far as the similarity goes.