Fuck him, she thought. What did he expect her to do? Sit around and wait for him? Beg him to take her back? She did that and he walked out on her anyway. Never again she thought as the tears began to fall fast and hard. She pulled over into a parking lot, parked away from everyone and cried. She hit the steering wheel with her hands and cried and cried. He had no right to be upset. She hated him, hated him for hurting her and she would never forgive him for that. She sat there and cried for ten minutes before she had no more tears to give. She cleaned her face, put her shades back on and drove over to Blockbuster. It was definitely going to be a Blockbuster night. She kept her glasses on as she walked in the store and looked for a movie. It definitely wasn’t going to be some fucking romantic comedy she thought. Wonder if there are any movies where the boyfriend dies, she thought. Maybe, Fatal Attraction she laughed, it could give her some ideas. She decided on three action movies. It was Friday and she couldn’t do anything else to prepare for her move until she decided on which apartment she was taking. It was a little too late to call the moving companies so she would take care of that Monday morning.
She had only been gone less than an hour but she prayed he wouldn’t be there when she returned. She pulled into the driveway and let out a sigh of relief when she saw his truck was gone. This was going to be hard. One minute she was ok, the next she wasn’t. She walked in the house and put the movies on the coffee table, went into the kitchen took a frozen pizza out of the freezer and onto the counter and went upstairs. She was in the closet getting a nightgown but she figured it was a T-shirt kind of night. She looked over and saw the trunk with the pictures in it and she started to cry all over again. She opened it and she began to rip up pictures of them. Pictures of him smiling, fuck him, she thought. She had been there for him when he felt no one was. She was the one who held him when he cried over everything from his family to the nasty words about his weight. She was the one who took care of his every need, including in the bedroom. She did things with him she said she would never do, all because she wanted to make him happy. Hell, if she didn’t do it there were always a number of women out there willing, he was Nick fucking Carter. She was the one that took a week of her vacation days to go on the road and baby him when he was sick. The more pictures she ripped the more angry and hurt she became. The pictures were just reminders of how much she had lost and how much she had loved. How the hell could he break up with her? She did everything for him. She picked up one of his bottles of cologne and threw it. It shattered on the wall and she walked out and went into the bathroom. She sat on the shower floor, leaned against the wall and cried as the water ran over her. It hurt so much, when was it going to get better?
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