If only I had listened

Diary of an Author: 18-24 May

18 May 2026:

Today my wife left me. One moment she was there, the next she was gone, leaving me alone and bereft in a cold, quiet, empty house. I tried pouring my heart’s sorrow into writing, but found that I could not. No sooner did the ink leave my pen than it was dissolved by my tears. I tried making something to eat, but the items in the fridge spoke…