Leaving

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What woke me up was the rain pouring from outside. I stood up and went up to my room. I'm feeling a little lightheaded, but it's nothing worrying. I've been thinking and doing so much lately. Is taking a break a good idea? Like a break meaning going on my own and...that's what I must do. I must go on my own.
I rush to my wardrobe and start packing. All my clothes and accessories in a bag. I'm scared, but it's a good scary feeling.
I throw most of my things in boxes and carry them out to my car. I pack them in the boot along with my luggage.
I grab my notebook and write a simple short letter to Don.

Don,
I don't expect anything from you, but to be honest this time and do what is right for both of us.
I'll send you the divorce papers as soon as possible. This house holds too much memories and hurt, therefore I'll sell it to you. I just want my 50% and then I'll come get the rest of my things.
Bye

Meryl

Keep it short and simple. This isn't short, but it's simple. I leave it on the table and walk out. I get in my car and drive off. Where do I go? Not the Bahamas.

Settling with a divorce is unlike what I thought of. Did we think about it the day I walked down the aisle up to Don? No, I didn't. Neither did he.
I remain seated in my car staring at the divorce papers. He signed it. He actually signed the divorce papers. Could it really have been that easy?
My attention gets drawn by die car that stops in front of mine. Don gets out in the driver's side and runs around to the passenger side. Out climbs this beautiful young dark haired tanned girl with her little baby bump. He gives her a peck on the lips and close the door. Wow, so...this is what boosted his decision. I'm disappointed, not angry. I thought there was hope for us, but turns out there wasn't. He lied to me. She's more than just the mother of his child. The only time he spoke the truth was when he said they were more than just a one-night stand. What would've happened if I didn't say James Bond that night? We were planning on raising his kid and now... It was all a lie.

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