Get Out

I can't believe I let you kiss me with that mouth

Now that I know where it's been

Don't look shocked

Don't say you have no idea what I am talking about

Because I just bumped into your best friend

He confirmed my suspicions-

You've been sneaking around with her...

Nothing profound; I had my inklings

But my stomach sank when he said this

"Back when he and I were together"

Providing intimate details

I knew his words were true

He spoke frankly; I was appalled

In his defense

He said you told him you came clean

With me

That I already knew

You are a liar. You are a cheater.

Hiding behind your kids and me

Two daughters, ages two and two months

Married, we are married

But we won't see our first wedding anniversary

No, because you've got to go

RIGHT NOW

Grab your things, whatever you can carry

I don't want explanations

I don't want an apology

This can't be fixed; I'm unwilling to try

Pack your bags

Don't fight me on this

I can't look at you anymore

I HATE you, hell, I don't even know you

Just pack your shit and leave

Go. Leave me alone. Get out!

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Author's Note: My final entry in the Say It Plainly challenge is based on a real-life experience. It's snippets of an actual conversation I had in 1993 with my now-estranged husband. For those unaware, I've written about our relationship before and his struggles with addiction, mental health, and sexual identity. Back then, I was unable to grasp the situation. I was only twenty-one at the time.