“Get Out”
It started merely as a small disagreement. A temper tantrum from one and pent-up frustration finally getting out by the other. This equaled DISASTER.
“Get the F**** Out of My House!”
“Oh, it’s not just your house” he says.
Those words will forever remain in my head. Those six little words was the finally straw. Little did I know that he already had plans that were leading up to him leaving our home. That I would later find out.
That small little disagreement sent my world spiraling out of control.
How easy it was for him to say he was leaving.
How easy it was for him to say he didn’t love me anymore.
How easy it was for him to say we haven’t been a couple for quite some time.
How easy it was for him to say we’ve been alone in bed for a long time now.
None of it made sense at the time. But how quickly things went crazy and down right devastating.
The rest of the evening was quiet. He was right. We were once again alone in bed.
Suspicion ate at me all night. I couldn’t sleep. I was terribly upset and sickened by the events earlier.
The next morning was as cold as the previous night.
My normal routine of getting ready for work, putting on m my jewelry (including my wedding band), didn’t happen that morning.
I was ill. I was sickened by devastation. I couldn’t function. I couldn’t think. I stayed home from work. I had to pull my head together. I just can’t believe what happened!
What did happen?
Oh yes, now I remember, I said “Get the f*** out of my house!”
~~~Betrayed – “Get Out”
