She’d given everything up for this one bastard. She had enough. She decided she’d leave him. At some point. Very soon. In the near future. Maybe next month. After the holidays would be best.
No more bullshit! She knew she would have to get out of there and get far away from the lying and cheating. She had enough with giving him so much power over her. She trembled and cried and was ready to explode just to break free from the grip he had on her heart.
Then one day…
She packed up all of her belongings. She stuffed everything she owned into a small shitty red car with missing hubcaps. She drove herself out of his driveway, down the street, out of his town, and never looked back.
While unpacking, a thought struck her. She didn’t need any of this shit. Some of the necessities she kept, but other things were very replaceable. Bras and panties were absolutely replaceable. In fact, that’s rule number one when getting out of a relationship. Never wear old undergarments when you’re visiting a new bedroom! It’s just bad juju.
She gave most of her belongings away, threw out or pawned everything he ever gave her, and didn’t skip a beat. She was on a role.
It occurred to her that many things, if not everything, is temporary. Since he had spent all of her money anyway, she was already ahead when she found $17 strewn about in the car. She decided to clean out and sell her car (practically giving it away for $200).
She chopped off her hair and dyed it back to its natural color. He had liked it only one style….long. Not anymore!
When she was finished, she only had a few sentimental items, $217 and some short hair. She felt lighter, fresher, and invigorated. It wasn’t a loss at all. If anything, she had gained so much back; her self-respect, independence and peace of mind, just to name a few. She remembered how many people already loved and supported her – she wouldn’t need him or anyone for much anymore though.
She had gone through some lows, but now with all of the layers stripped from her, she could finally breathe on her own. She viewed this as a new chapter and a clean slate. She had been stuck in a cocoon that had been suffocating, but now had emerged as a badass, easy-breezy butterfly.
What would she do now? How would she start over?
She didn’t have to think too hard about it. She hopped on a bus to the movie theater, bought herself ONE adult ticket, a ginger ale and an Almond Joy candy bar, and took a seat, front and center.
So that’s how it happened!
* This is a piece of flash fiction!