Get Out!

I never, for one second, thought about staying. I spent the next day moving money around, closing joint accounts, and shopping online for places to live. We were still in the aftermath of a snowstorm so I applied for an apartment nearby sight unseen.  That’s how serious I was about getting out of there.

Why wasn’t it harder to leave? Maybe it was because I hated who I had become.   Everywhere I turned someone needed me; no matter whether it was at home or work, everyone needed just a little piece of me. Can you imagine being poked and prodded day in and day out for years? At some point you become numb to it all. I didn’t feel anything. I had become an empty vessel.

Why didn’t I tell anyone?  Because…I was living the dream.  I had a husband, three beautiful children, great friends and meaningful work.  What did I have to complain about? And to whom? I know women who would commit crimes to live the life I led; especially, the one they observed on social media!

Sunday came as quickly as the news of his affair.  I packed a duffel bag with a few items since I would be coming back and forth while we worked everything out.  It was business as usual for much of the day, barring a few tears as I contemplated my next steps. Finally, he came home. As he walked in the door, I walked out.


5 Comments Add yours

  1. Sherri says:



  2. Ae says:

    Damn. This IS my current life…


    1. zsackor1 says:

      I’m sorry. It does get better. Focus on YOU!


  3. Alison White says:

    That’s it? I want more! I immediately was drawn in. You’re a great writer. Looking forward to reading more!


  4. Drenda says:

    Speechless…an empty vessels..everyone needs a peice of me too I almost have nothing left….😒


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