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Moving Day

Jennifer Libertini

    It was over. All the fighting and arguing over the wedding plans were for nothing; we were finished. After living together for over a year, after completely changing myself to fit his needs, he ended things with a simple text.
    I hadn’t told anybody how badly he treated me, beat my dog, and kept cheating on me until after it was over. I was afraid that they would force me to end it if I did. But in the end, it was all him. No one could believe the stories I told them afterwards. And I hadn’t even told them everything.
    After a few awkward weeks of living together post break up, I finally found a roommate to move in with. I told him I was moving Saturday and asked if he could get his father’s truck to help me. But my family convinced me that it would be best for me if he didn’t know where I was moving to. So I was going to move a day early while he was at work.
    The little bit of stuff I had was packed. My mom and a friend with a truck came over to help me move. As they carried my dresser drawers and boxes to the truck, I stood in the kitchen thinking about that morning. I knew it would be the last time I ever saw him, so before he left I asked for a hug. He gave me a big one and said that he would bring home something special for our last dinner together and a bottle of wine.
    So I stood there in the small kitchen just staring at the yellow tiled floor. How was it possible that he could have hurt me so much, yet somehow I felt like I was betraying him? He was horrible to me while we were together. So why was he being so sweet afterwards?
    Then the panic kicked in! He sometimes came home for lunch on Fridays. What would happen if he showed up in the middle of me sneaking out? Would he finally hit me like I knew he had been wanting to for months? Would my mom throw a hammer through his fifty four inch TV? Would I even be able to look him in the eye?
    I checked the house to make sure we got all of my things out. Then I sat my keys on the table. Next to them I sat the key shaped necklace with both of our birth stones on it that he gave me for my birthday. Then I grabbed my dog and got in my mom’s car. I was drunk with emotion and don’t think I will ever be able to completely figure out how I felt that day. All I knew was that it was over. It was moving day.

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