The Do Over

His eyes were pained, but his decision was firm. He stood up, running his hands through his hair. "I know you don't deserve this, but it's for the best. Maybe you should go to Macy's or Candace's tonight. I'll be out for most of the day tomorrow. You can get your stuff then or whenever you want." He reached out to touch my arm.

"Don't touch me." I yanked my arm away. My mind was spinning. Anger turned to betrayal and rejection as my heart shattered, breaking in a million pieces. I walked away, trying to hold on to whatever pride and dignity I had left. What choice do I have? I grabbed my belongings and started throwing them in garbage bags.

"You don't have to do this now," he said, watching me in my manic state as he stood in the doorway to our bedroom. "Daniela, come on, you can just come back tomorrow with your friends."

"F*ck you, Rick," I said, seething with anger. I was devastated. "F*ck you. I'm taking all my stuff now. You'll look back on this day with regret, I promise you. I was the best thing that ever happened to you."

Without another word, I packed the rest of my things and made several trips from the apartment to my car, ignoring him the whole time. When there was no trace left of me in his apartment, I took the key off my key ring and threw it at him.

Leaving for the last time, I sat in the parking lot, looking at my reflection in the rearview mirror. I made sure to sear this pain in my memory as my heart thudded wildly in my chest. Turning my eyes forward, I gripped the steering wheel tightly as I drove away. I held back the tears that I knew would come soon enough. This hurts too damn much. Resolving to be officially done with the hassles of a relationship, I closed my heart.