She had absolutely no idea where she was going. She only knew that she had to get the hell
out of that house and away from him. She
could not stand to look at his sobbing face another second. She had finally done it!
She could barely take it in.
She replayed the events of the last hour in her head not fully
comprehending what was happening. She
knows she said the words, she heard her own voice as they all tumbled out of
her mouth in perfect form and succession.
She finally said everything to him that had been in her head unspoken for
the last 10 or more years. It felt
surreal, and terrifying.
She aimed her little blue car down the highway, the
bicoastal view vibrant in the morning sun.
All of the windows down and feeling as if she were flying and not
driving. If this was what freedom tasted
like, she wanted a whole mouthful.
She looked down at her left hand and slowly pulled off her
wedding ring and dumped it in the cup holder and thought to herself, “Ok, now
what?”