Wait For Me

That's New

Clutching the the manila envelope that the girl at the front desk had given me, I felt as if I were holding my breath as I walked down the hallway towards my room. I should've just taken the papers out right there, signed them, and given them back to the girl to have sent back. But instead, I found myself carrying them back to my hotel room with me. 

Thankfully I didn't run into anyone else between the lobby in my room. I didn't have to explain what was going on, not just yet. I could save that for when it was actually over.

Pushing the door open, I found myself releasing a deep breath as I stepped inside the room. Practically tossing the bag that hung from my shoulder down on the floor, I reached behind myself to close the door. 

All my thoughts were on the envelope I held in my hands. Practically marching over the desk that sat pushed up against the wall, I sat down before ripping into the envelope. 

My hands shook ever so slightly as I took out the stack of papers, as well as a note that had been paper clipped to the stack. Instructions from my lawyer, explaining that everywhere there was a blue tab sticking out from between the pages was a spot where I either needed to initial or sign. Something to do with dividing up assets, to read over everything very clearly before signing- though they were the terms previously agreed upon. 

I wasted no time from there, picking up the pen before I began flipping through all the pages and signing things. Of course I read over things, well skimmed them to be exact. I had absolutely no issues signing them, until I reached the last page.

I felt my breath catch in my throat when I saw his full signature on the line that was at the bottom of the page. Directly under where an empty line sat for my own signature. This time there was no questioning that I was holding my breath as I signed my name to the line. 

As soon as I did, it was like a weight was taken off of my shoulders. Like it felt easier to breathe. There wasn't anything holding me back anymore- could do anything I wanted, hell or anyone, without a guilty conscious. 

While there was no real love there, and hadn't been for a long time now, I hadn't been able to move on because we were still married. Because even if I knew he was seeing other people, I simply couldn't while we were still married. I wouldn't. It's just not the person I was. 

For almost fifteen years, I had been married- only five of them were truly happy ones. Or at least years where I remembered some semblance of happiness together. All in all, the whole marriage was a total crock of bullshit. I knew before we were ever married that this would be the outcome, I never believed in marriage. And yet, I still let him talk me into it. I was a stupid eighteen year old at the time- now I knew better. 

"You ready to go, Liebes?" Richard smiled as I stepped off the elevator. As if he had been waiting for me to emerge from behind those two doors. Glancing down over myself for a brief moment, I looked to Richard before nodding my head, "I just have to give this to the girl at reception first." I informed him, motioning towards the envelope in my hand. 

Nodding his head, Richard said nothing as he followed along behind me through the lobby. I could feel his presence close to me as we moved through the room. It was almost comforting. 

As I approached reception, the small girl that was standing behind the desk smiled at me. Part of me knew it was a fake smile, though she was exceptionally good at it. 

"Can you mail this out for me as soon as possible?" I breathed out, sliding the manila envelope across the counter. The girl was quick to reach out and grab it up off of the counter. "Of course." She nodded her head. "Thank you." The breath I released once the envelope was out of reach was a sigh of relief. I watched as the girl moved behind the counter, placing the envelope with a stack of mail that I assumed was also being sent out.