I left on our wedding day. I’m fully aware of how much heartbreak and anguish and inconvenience I caused. For him, and his family, and my family too, even our two cats, Pendragon and Lancelot. Before you ask: There was no buried trauma, no hidden debt, no secret desires, no abuse or stifled dreams or jealousy. Nothing. I simply was about to turn right on North Hester Ave. to my maid of honor’s house, but turned left instead. I’m still going now, days later. Maybe I’ll stop when I figure out why I did this. So I might never stop.