He wasn’t
there.
We went
back to the house. I had this impossible hope that I’d see him there. He’d be
sitting at the kitchen table eating spaghetti like nothing had happened. But he
wasn’t there. Well he was. But not when I was there. The front door with the
police tape had been cut open and upstairs, many of his things were gone.
I think he
got out. He got away from this family…and from me. And in a strange way I
couldn’t be prouder.
I miss him.
And I am
going to miss him for a very long time.
…
The house
was a mess. It didn’t even feel like home. The police tore it apart. The couch
was literally ripped open. Drawers were open and everything was pulled out. It
smelled awful. The fridge was disgusting. They’d turned the power off so…it was
just a mess. I think it’s a miracle that they didn’t find what they were
looking for. So they destroyed it instead.
We can’t
ever go back there. We grabbed what we could and we drove off.
The three
of us, we’re in a new city. Starting over.
I never
gave notice at work. I wonder if they’ve figured it out. Maybe I should have
called Heather. I should call her. Say goodbye. I’m going to miss her. We had
our differences but…god, she might have been my best friend.
I’ll call
her today.
I never
would have called this happening. I mean it’s not the first time I’ve had to
move and start over. But it’s never been such a messy split. It’s mostly just a
lot of paperwork. And there is a ton of paperwork this time, too. It’s just a
lot to lose at once.
It’s going
to take time.
I need
time.
Thank you,
dear readers.
And as
always,
Stay Safe
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