Written by: Khara Campbell
(This has not been professionally edited so please excuse any errors I may not have caught.)
“Whaaa, what are you doing?”
“What does it look like I’m doing, Bree?” He looks at me like I’m a complete idiot.
“Why?” I shriek with fear.
“I’m done! You and those bastard kids can keep this dump of a house and that lemon you call a car. Don’t call me for a goddamn thing!” BANG! The front door slams shut behind him. Tears sting my already red and puffy eyes. Why am I crying over him? Why is my heart feeling like it’s going to stop because of the pain of watching him leave my life for good?
Crying over a man that cheated on me repeatedly. Who denies he’s the father of our two sons. Who does nothing to help financially take care of our kids and our home. I walk toward the dirty living room window and peek out to see Mark throwing his suitcase into the backseat of his new model Dodge Charger, seconds later he’s slamming the car door shut, revving the engine, reversing then driving away.
Tears pour from my eyes. I hate that I’m crying over him. I hate that his leaving is making me weak. But when you’ve repeatedly heard: “You ain’t nothing, and never gonna be nothing, and you sure as hell gonna drown without me,” you start to believe it. Even if it’s a lie.