He wants to throw it all away. All the time we have spent together, all the laughs, all the memories.
I stand and walk to the window, setting my palms on the glass. I can feel it crawling up my throat, the anger. I scream. I let out all the built-up emotions. My throat burns as the noise fills the empty room. And when I feel like I can’t breathe, I slump back. Letting my shoulders fall. A sense of defeat spills over me.
Am I not good enough? Why? Why am I not enough? Why isn’t our life here enough?
Questions I’ll never get answers to. That I probably don’t want to hear the answers to.
I haul the boxes to my car and lock the door on my house one more time. I take the key and slide it under the one thing he forgot. Our doormat that says, “Welcome to our happy home.” I scoff as I slap the mat down over the key. Then I send him a quick text letting him know it’s there.
I turn one more time to look at our home.
This is it. A new chapter is beginning.
I hold my chin up high as I mentally say goodbye to my home for the last time.
Once I am in my car, I take a deep breath in, then slowly let it out as I push the key into the ignition and start the car. A life, a home, a love...gone.