I felt desolate, lonely, beleaguered, and unloved. So I took a road trip. I needed to see my old friends, fresh faces who loved me for a long time.. I needed them right now, if only for an hour or two.” I spoke with conviction to my significant other as he watched me pack. He frowned at me. We’d been fighting for too long over the damned cat. He wanted to keep the thing, and for the life of me, I had no idea why. He was a menace who delighted in messing with me, and being the sweetest thing in the world to him. It wasn’t about the cat.
He wanted things that I didn’t and I was tired of being told otherwise. He was too convincing to be real anymore. The honeymoon was over and we weren’t married.
It was my house, ghosting was not an option. He’d have to leave. I’d figured out how on the drive, the real purpose of the road trip. He could keep the damned cats. I was too old for critters, too old to take care of them anyway. Why did he collect them to give me the honor of caring for them? I wasn’t his mother any more than I loved him or he loved me. We were done with each other but he didn’t admit it, the coward. Jesus, I wanted him to go home.
He made my house stink, another reason he needed to take his cats the hell out. He did too, with his head hung low now he felt desolate, lonely, beleaguered, and unloved.
It was good to get my life and house back. My weakness and lack of boundaries let him weedle his way in the door to both the house and my world. I won’t make that mistake again.
Devonne Brown 
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