Flashback:
- "How dare you!" I screamed hysterically. Throwing my coffee mug at the opposite wall which shattered into thousands of shards of porcelain.
He pulled his jeans up, smelling a mixture of Chanel and Hugo Boss, he half stifled and half aggressively replied "I swear this is not the way it looks, I just slipped I promise". As he pleaded for me to believe him, I crouched down to his eye level and spat in his face.
"How dare you accuse me of being a cheater and liar, when all this time, for god knows how long, you have been screwing this whore." I utter bitterly through disparity.
"Babe let me explain..." he begins.
"GET OUT!" I bellow throwing his clothes one by one out the window.
"What the hell! How can I leave when I have nothing to wear now" he said with a mixture of anger and awkwardness.
"I don't care anymore, just get out" I choke through trickling tears "I want you out of my house" speaking in the most confident manner that I could muster.
Present:
This is where my story begins...
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Why I Left...
RandomA stranded mother of two, intoxicated by her marriage, escapes to discover if she wants to be around her chaotic tragedy of a life. Along the way she surrounds herself with strangers who do not always have the best intentions... (All the work within...
