Maybe it was never meant to be. Such was my resigned perspective when I was dumped by a boyfriend while conducting my doctoral field research. I had been studying the behaviour of wild spider monkeys and woolly monkeys in the Amazon for six months, and as the data had been slowly coming in, my relationship had been slowly deteriorating. Communication had devolved from lengthy nightly video chats - me providing virtual tours of the field station and images of monkeys, him displaying Manhattan skyscapes - to a slow fade of curt, non-committal missives that bred a terrible uncertainty. When I saw him smiling with an unfamiliar man on my social-network newsfeed, I knew which way the wind was blowing.
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