It was a day unlike any other. The air was bitter and cloudy, like the first lemonade we'd ever made. I knew it was coming. Although I don't know if he knew I knew. I did. You could taste it on his face. The tension. It was palpable. Had been for years. Hanging over us always the threat of leaving. Never mattered who, me, him, the cat because it hadn't happened. Until now. I wondered if I should try to fight, try to somehow stop him. I'd told him lies in the past, a way of changing his already confused mind. This time he saw clearly. Every toxic lie that passed my lips like a wish I knew could only be used once. 'I'll miss you' that was the first lie. 'The kids need you around' that one was partially true, they needed one parent who hadn't given up yet. He wanted things to change and I promised him that. My biggest lie to date. So as I watched him pack up his things, I recounted all our lies in my head. The first day he met me he lied. Told me he could make me laugh. He couldn't and I think we both knew he'd spend the next five years trying. A house, a marriage, 2 kids, a cat and a suitcase later I cracked. Started laughing hysterically, tears brimming you know real insane laughter. You see I'd been holding it in. Our whole life together had been the opening of the joke and his leaving well, this was the punch line.