
I struggled to get through the gate holding the last box filled with our belongings. The new apartment had a country feel to it, lots of shrubbery and outdoor space. I felt like I could possibly breathe here.
I heard a car come to a screeching halt behind me. I turned to see Brett with his arm resting on the roof of Sally’s red mustang. They were talking and laughing. I had done all of the packing, I shouldn’t have expected the moving part to be any different.
“Brett, can you come open the gate for me?” He held up his pointer finger, telling me to wait a minute. I found a way to do it myself when I realized he was getting in the car to leave with her, nothing new to me.
Once inside, I inhaled the fresh paint, and ran my bare feet across the new carpet. When the ice dumped from the maker in the freezer, it signified something to me. I was welcomed here.
I was tired but couldn’t wait to unpack. I did as much as I could physically do for the night. I showered and watched a little television.
A knock at the door woke me from a near sleep. Sluggishly, I made my way to the peephole. “Let me in Rebecca.” It was Brett. Of course, he came back as always.
I let him in, the first thing he asked for was his key. “Brett, you don’t live here. I only let you in to explain this to you.”
He referred to our lease agreement and how much he loved me. He begged for my forgiveness once more.
I pulled the lease from the junk drawer in the Dining room. “This lease agreement?” I asked.
“Exactly!” He leaned back in the wooden chair nearly flipping it over.
“Yeah, the agreement I had you sign was just a copy of our old paperwork from our old apartment. You never did pay attention to important details.” I handed it to him and insisted he leave. “Maybe Sally will have room for you in that Ford of hers.”
I was at peace with my decision. He didn’t want to leave but, my revolver encouraged him to do so. “And Brett, I’m trying to decide what to plant out back in the flower bed. Please don’t come back here because it just might be you.”
