My hand shakes as I try to put my key into the door. I take a deep breath to steady it. I've walked into this home thousands of times in the last twelve years. This time shouldn't be any different. It should be easier. There's nothing to lose this time. I jam the key into the door and twist the knob walking in. I see my wife sitting on the couch smiling as she watches her favorite show and sips some wine.
"Hey babe, how was the doctor's visit," she says sweetly.
"I fucking hate you," I respond walking past her to pack my bags. This is the last time I'm ever going to step foot in this house. I've wanted to do this for a long time. I just didn't want to be alone for the rest of my life. Now I don't have much life left so fuck it, I'd rather be happy in the time I have left.
"What are you talking about you hate me," she screams from the bottom of the stairs, still with a glass of wine in her hand. A fucking drunk half-assed housewife is all she's become in the last few years. Yeah, she lost her job but that was 6 years ago and she hasn't looked for a new one. She could at least cook a decent meal. I ignore her and keep packing.
"Are you going to answer," she calls out again. I ignore her again. I've got my stuff I'm on my way out.
Marching down the stairs I see her standing in front of the door. Arms stretched out blocking me, still with that damn glass of wine. I stand there with my bags. My few possessions waiting for her to move. She'll always cave before me because she doesn't know how to deal with people who disagree with her.
"Why are you leaving," she asks again.
"Because I fucking hate you. You're a drunk. You sit on your ass all day and can't even be bothered to cook or clean. You won't work. You won't take care of the house. You won't have any kids with me. It's like I'm raising an alcoholic daughter. Now please move, I don't have a lot of time left, 5 years if I'm lucky and I'm not wasting anymore of it on you," There's the answer she wanted.
Still she refuses to move. I simply turn and walk through the kitchen. I'll just leave through the back door. I've wanted to do this so many times before. Now I have.
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