A Stranger in my House

One Hot Sunny Day...

I practically ran every red light as I sped down the parkway in tears. I couldn't believe he had just said that to me, how could he have said that to me? I played the conversation back and forth in my head as tears streamed down my face. I didn't even know who he was anymore. The man I had been in love with for so many years had completely changed, everything about him was just different. He was meaner than I ever remembered, the way he talked to me, the way he treated me, and the way he took me for granted.

I pulled over into the Giant parking lot and cried my eyes out. "What am I doing?" I yelled out to no one in particular. I caught a glimpse of my puffy red eyes in the mirror and cried even harder. I saw that naive 16 year girl I had been when I first met him staring back at me. My phone vibrated in my purse and I knew it was him calling to apologize. He called over and over and over again, but what was the point of picking up the phone? He would say what he always does...

"He's sorry," He doesn't deserve me," "Can I please forgive him?" I took a deep breath and exhaled and turned my phone off.

The more I thought about it I realized it wasn't him that had changed so much, he had pretty much been the same all these years. I was the one that had done the changing mentally, physically, and spiritually. I knew deep inside that I was outgrowing him and it scared me. He had always been there, he may not have been perfect but he was consistent. In some scary way I couldn't imagine my life without him. He had watched me grow up and taught me so much. How could I just walk away from that? I dried my eyes, took a sip of the small amount of water I had left, and drove home.