“It was a major clue. A major red flag things would never work out between the two of us.” I repeated my new mantra as I moved my furniture out of Sean’s apartment. He wasn’t supposed to be home for the next few hours so I was hoping he really would stay at work until the end of his shift.
I knew there was a chance he would blow off his shift to pick up a six pack on the way home. I knew it was happening more often these days as the recycling bin seemed to be emptied on a more regular basis. He never thought I noticed the small things because he never did. He never noticed when I cleaned the house. He never noticed when I cooked dinner or did the laundry. He just enjoyed the space and enjoyed the fact he didn’t have to do anything.
I noticed when a few dollars were missing from my wallet. I noticed when he came home late with perfume on his clothes. I noticed when the bed wasn’t made how I had left it in the morning. I finally was taking a stand and making my move. I was getting out of dodge and getting out of this ruined relationship.
I just needed to get out of the house before Sean got home. Or I would never get out of here. I would be too numb and too scared. Too scared to make a better life for myself.
Standing Room Only 