Anything that arrives every month quickly becomes invisible.
I reopened Sarah’s message.
Please don’t look for us anymore.
I typed:
No problem. I’ll respect your request. I’m also canceling the automatic mortgage and vehicle payments I’ve been making. Effective immediately, you’ll need to handle those directly.
I read it once.
No anger.
No lecture.
No accusation.
Then I sent it.
I canceled both transfers.
Two confirmations appeared.
Recurring payment deleted.
Recurring payment deleted.
That was all.
No dramatic satisfaction.
No thunder.
Just two digital notices and the strange realization that I had been sending $1,650 every month to people who had just told me my presence was unbearable.
I turned off the kitchen light and went upstairs.
