Getting The Last Word

The title is pretty self explanatory.

I didn’t want to go in; hell I didn’t want my stuff anymore.

And then I pictured

some

younger

prettier

hussy

rolling around in my 900 thread count sheets.

It made my stomach turn.

“Over my dead body,” I exited my car.

Started walking to our once happy home.

You’d some how figured out that I was coming by

so you were there.

My cell rang,

“Hello mother,” I gritted my teeth.

“Where the hell are you?”

“Does it really matter?” I stopped half way up the sidewalk.

“Yes, it matters.”

“I have to go,” I tried to hang up with her.

“You’re with him aren’t you?”

“He’s still my husband mother. I’m just getting a few things.”

“Are you by yourself?”

“Does it matter?”

With that I hung up.

And I sighed.

Just what I needed

a phone call

from my mother.

I wasn’t ready to be here but no time like the present.

“Your mother seemed all too excited to hear about the whole ordeal.”

“Well can you blame her? You granted her wish,” I shrugged.

Things were quiet after that.

I went in to our…

your bedroom

Gathered what was mine

Wasn’t much.

I'm not one to dwell in the past,

So I left pictures and gifts behind.

“That was your favorite picture why leave it?” you looked confused.

I looked back at you,

“Because you’re in it.”

Author's Note

The first set of italics are the mother the second set are the ex.

Reviews

[NoneOfYourBusiness akaK..]

oh sharp~this one~ I can totally relate both to motherly over concern and the clean break~ I'm the same way~ once I walk away I never look back and take nothing that was part of that thang~