The morning started out like all other mornings. No words were spoken, no glances exchanged. I moved through the motions but it was obvious something wasn't right. I stopped. I felt stuck. I couldn't move. I had to say something. I had to end this.
We had been together for twenty plus years. Ours was a marriage that should never have happened.
All I can think of now is the heartache. I could remember nothing else. There were no good times to make me smile. All there was pain.
On that particular morning I had two choices. Stay stuck. Or move forward. I reluctantly decided to move forward. I remember the words came rushing out of me. Words that were full of anger and sorrow, but I had to keep going. I had to say what I had wanted to say for years. I cannot be with you any longer. We have become strangers. I feel neither love nor any companionship from you. My life must become better. I made myself a promise. Things have not changed. I do not want you in my life anymore. Done.
Not a word from you. No more words until that last day.
Stuff was packed. Boxes moved. Cats were kissed and kid was hugged.
Then silence.
A door quietly closed. A cats meow. The clock ticked. The sun went down.
Me: Are you coming back tonight?
You: No.
The end.
