By skyforbes 
He asked ChatGPT everything. Meanwhile, I was waiting for a text back that never came.
The message never came.
I check my phone again. Nothing. It’s stupid, I know this. Why am I waiting for a man who isn’t my husband? A man who stopped writing to me six months ago? But I scroll through our old messages anyway. 2022, 2023 — we talked almost every day. In 2024, everything becomes fewer words, less time, less him.
I thought it was something I did that made him drift away.
Most messages these days are: “You ok? Haven’t heard from you.” The scarce replies, “Yeah, just busy. Talk soon.”
We didn’t talk soon. We didn’t talk at all.
I sit there looking at my phone, and I think about how messed up relationships are. Maybe he is just busy, as he said. Or maybe he’s just done with me, like people get done with things they don’t need anymore. Like I was a service he subscribed to and finally cancelled.
But I know now. I know what happened.
When Loneliness Was Still Human
I used to be the answer.