Roads Not Taken: How I Knew It Was Over

Dr. Thomas J. West III
7 min readMay 11, 2020

We were on a drive in the southern part of New York State when I knew it was over. I’d mentioned that one of my colleagues had gotten a job in Canada, which led to you asking me what would happen if I were to get one. Would we have to get married, you wondered, so that you could move to Canada with me? It was a good question, even if the odds of me getting a job out of the country were minimal; I wouldn’t feel comfortable moving so far away from my family.

More than that, though: his was the last thing that I wanted to talk about. I just…didn’t want to talk about getting married to you, and I didn’t feel as if I could feign enthusiasm for the prospect. I tried to deflect, but to not avail. You kept pressing me, as if you could sense that there was something deeper in my unwillingness to commit to this conversation, as if there was some part of your brain (perhaps buried very deeply) that was warning you that there was more to my silence than first appeared.

At last, I burst out, “What do you want me to say?”

I knew, even as the words left my mouth, that it was the worst possible thing I could say to avert your suspicions about my waning feelings. And, in fact, the look you gave me was one that I will never forget: it was one that said, more powerful than any words could, that you were horrified at what I’d said. More than…

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Dr. Thomas J. West III

Ph.D. in English | Film and TV geek | Lover of fantasy and history | Full-time writer | Feminist and queer | Liberal scold and gadfly