Middle age. Like mortgage. Like marriage. It began with M, ended with age.
Middle age brought the feeling there must be more. Divorce brought the realisation of less. Friends he had thought of as theirs turned out to be hers. The house they had bought together became hers with separation. The children were caught in the middle, but on her side of the middle, together in the house.
But the debts, they were his. He held onto them all the more tightly. Like impressions left on sheets in the morning, they showed where the body of his life had been.