Things were perfect, until my world shattered. I had survived being called a dirty nasty Arabian horse, had comforted him in his time of need, but this had gone to far. For God's sakes I even slept with his older uncle to find him. This was the end of my long rope. I even saved him for jumping to his death. But the words he said still haunt me, taunting and laughing at how I had thought he had changed. He had insulted me with his words. Making his wife sound like the foulest swear known to man. And now I was done.
I packed a bag all by myself; it was a small bag too. Only the things I needed were put in the bag, ten sets of matching La Perla panty and thong, two pairs of jeans, five skirts, four sweaters, three sweatshirts, a pair of sweat pants, ten t-shirts, ten tanks, four manolos, one blazer, seven pairs of tights, one pair of Uggs, one cocktail dress, one evening gown, one sundress, flip flops, and only my red headband. That was it. Less then 1/36 of my closet. I don't even think I had ever even worn the jeans out. I then grabbed my limited edition Gabana red tote and placed my phone, ipod, PDA, wallet, and chargers in it. The only jewelry I took was the necklace he gave me and my ruby ring. I left notes to Dorota and my mother, and then I left.
I hailed a cab near Central Park and told them to take me to the airport. I checked my bags and boarded the plane. I had about a three hour flight and then I would be out of the city that I grew up in, lived in, partied in, and everything else. The city that sheltered me, my family and all my friends. And I would never go back, ever. Things in the spotlight were too much, and I was done with it. No more wild parties, no more fancy clothes, no more snobby bitches and two faced assholes. I wanted a normal suburban life.
The plane landed around two in the afternoon. They little city were I would be staying was about fifty miles away. There was one of those buses to get there like a grey hound. An hour later we arrived in the small town. There were rows of the same little houses. There was a community college, and a regional high school, were I would attend without whining or protests. Then attend community college. My life would be different now.
I had found the article online yesterday. There was a twenty something college student looking for a roommate here. She was studying to be a nurse, and needed a quiet inhabitant. I called her and upon hearing my story and background she was a bit reluctant to agree, but did in the end. So now here I was in the tiny town of Kokomo Indiana. Starting my new life.