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Deuces B!tches
It’s been real. Peace out.
Lemme tell you about Michael. After so many years, I had finally had enough. He went to work one morning, and I acted like nothing was going on. AOKAY here. Peachy keen. I watched from the window as his car drove off and then,
I packed my shit and rolled out.
Little did he know that I had been planning this for weeks, including one middle-of-the-night recon on the apartment complex I had just signed a lease with. Keys in hand, I went back to the rental office the next day and told them to cancel the contract. I’m not living anywhere that it is evident that I am the only one with a j-o-b. I moved into my second choice. I lived there for 10 years. I wish I had never left that place.
But I had planned, and I had plotted, and I had a map all laid out. I used my tax refund to secure the new place and then in two trips had all of my stuff in my new home.
When he got in that night and realized I wasn’t there, he called and asked me where I was. I told him I was at home. He said he was at home and me and my stuff were gone. I corrected myself and him in the process and said,
I’m in MY home.
Needless to say, he was not amused or happy. And equally, I didn’t give two flying fucks. I had been a good…
