She woke up with a migraine and decided she needed more sleep. As she was resetting her alarm, she heard a knock on the door. She didn't want to get up, but thought that it might be the mailman with the package she had been waiting for. She slowly rose out of bed and slipped on her slippers. The house was cold with disappointment, and regret. She made her way to the front door, but got there to late and the mailman had already left. She watched the tail end of the mail truck turn the corner. Her eyes filled with tears as she closed the door. Thinking about her, now, ex-husband she made her way back up the stairs and crawled back into bed. She fell back asleep for what seemed like forever. Wishing that it was all a bad dream. She checked the time, but only forty minutes passed. She breathed a sigh that woke up the small dog laying next to her. She got up from bed and thought that maybe a nice, warm cup of coffee would help come out of the comma she felt she was in. She sluggishly walked across the bedroom, down the stairs, and down the hall to the kitchen. As she walked to the refrigerator, she pressed the "ON" button on the coffee maker.
It's been four months since the divorce. She still feel the sharp pain that kept striking her in the heart. Her wounds still felt fresh, and she didn't know what to do to make that pain go away. He made her move away from all friends and family, so there wasn't anyone near her to vent with. With the feeling of her agreeing with moving away make the pain much more worse. She would call occasionally, to the loving family she left behind. Only three years later after the hard move, he left her. Everything seemed to be moving in slow motion, her movement, the long days at work. She couldn't take her mind off the fact that it must have been HER who made him leave. She sat in the empty house thinking about the mistakes that were made during their marriage. Everything was quite, she heard the dog tip toeing to the kitchen, and could feel the tension that was still lingering throughout the house. She told the dog that she needed to get out of the house and stop feeling sorry for herself. She ran upstairs, took a shower and got ready in a hurry. As she swept up her keys that were lying on the coffee table, she ran out of the door. She now felt her world in a frenzy of if's, and's, or but's, but nothing was about to stop her from getting outside and completing her life.
As she made it to the post office, she needed to pick up the package that was patiently waiting for her arrival. She made that big step, with wanting to complete the life she started, and it didn't matter who wanted to share it with her or not. After making her life much better, and not staying at the house that kept those reminders there everyday, she decided she needed to get back to her friends and family. Its been a year since the divorce, she's happily living back in her hometown with all her loved ones, and happily single and loving it.
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