I sat at the kitchen table all alone. My bags were packed and had been placed by the door. I was ready to leave him but rather than disappear in to the night, I waited for him to arrive home. I wanted to tell him face to face for my own sake.
After waiting patiently for his arrival home, the front door finally clicked shut. I got up from my seat and walked in to the hall where I saw him glance at the bags on the floor. He didn't make a comment, he just took off his coat and hung it on the peg by the door, before brushing past me and walking over to the bureau in the lounge to pour himself his regular after work alcoholic drink.
I sighed.
Watching him take a sip from his whiskey I had seen and had had enough.
Picking up my bags I stood in the doorway to the lounge. This was it.
"I'm leaving." I simply said.
He drained his glass before placing it down on the side and turned and looked at me confused.
"It's over. I'm sorry but I can't do this anymore." I sobbed standing in the doorway with my bags of my belongings in my hands ready to take with me, wherever it was I was heading. "I'll come back for the rest of my things."
Turning away I reached the front door. I opened it for the last time before turning around as I was aware he had ventured in to the hallway. I thought he would say something, do something, but he just stared at me blankly as he leant up against the wall for support. There was no effort from him to try and persuade me to stay, or even apologise. It seemed he had no idea how hurt I was. He didn't understand the anguish, the pain, the trauma he had been putting me through these last few weeks.
Without any further conversation left in me, I picked my belongings up and walked out of the door without looking back. How could I stay, why would I want to stay when I wasn't wanted it seemed.
Reaching my car I put my bags in the car boot and drove down the road. I had no idea where I was heading. Where could I go? I had left my home, I had to, but where would I go next? Driving further away from the house the evening was fading I noticed between the tears that were descending my cheeks.
Pulling over alongside the road I turned the engine off and began to cry. My hands wiped away the tears once again. I had to pull myself together if only to find somewhere to stay for the night. Checking my watch it was gone ten o clock, and subsequently starting the car once again, I made my way to the only place I could think of…