A woman throws a suitcase out the door. Calling out towards out.
MILLIE: Get the fuck out! OUT! O-U-T! Out of my fucking life!
She closes the door shut.
MILLIE: Good fucking riddance. I already can breathe better without that creep. He sucked the entire fricking air out of the room. Fucking air sucker. Vampire. Heart drainer. Loser, shit, asshole! Bastard! Jerk! Dumbass!
Ah... my heart. Wow. I gotta... gotta sit down. But where's the...? Oh FUCK ME he took the fucking chair! Are you kidding me?! He took not only the air for me to breathe but also a seat for my ass to lay on? Fucking ... Fucksquat! I bet he's knocking on the neighbor's door right now, kissing her seventy five year old ass. Just so he can have a place to sleep for the night. Probably telling her 'it's just one night. she'll take me back tomorrow.' But I am NOT. I am serious. This time. This time I am serious. Last time was just a rehearsal. And the time before that. But this... this is the real thing. Sometimes in life a girl gotta wake up... excuse me - a WOMAN gotta wake up and call the shots for a change. Do the unthinkable. The unimaginable. Face the fear. The bitter, miserable fear of being alone. Of being lonely. Of missing her love. Of ending her love.... But... oh... wait... do I really want the end? I mean, do I want it just because it's scary? Or do I want it despite the fact that it's scary...? Tomorrow, when the light sheds on the empty floor, and the other half of the bed is cold and bare... that's when I'll find out. I just hope... I hope he'll be right outside the door so he can find out too.
In April 2020, while experiencing her first ever global pandemic, Tamar Pelzig pledged to write something every day, even if it's only a word, so she welcomed to the world a daily blog to keep her creative writing wheels rolling.
Header Art: Daniel Landerman