Breakup

Late again. Typical. So, so typical of him.

I sat in the living room waiting as usual. This is so juvenile. Hadn’t he gone through puberty yet? I expected more from an older man, but I saw now, after months of this drama, that nothing would change. I didn’t want to care anymore.

Finally I heard a key in the lock and watched him walk in loosening his already loose tie. “Good evening,” He said, pecking me on the cheek.

“Good evening,” I said in return.

Heading towards the kitchen he threw his briefcase on the island. He took his time in pouring the perfect scotch, obviously worn from his “strenuous” day away at work.

“Darrel?”

“Yes?”

“You were the one to call me first, yes?”

“Dear?” He laughed, turning from the liquor cabinet only he ever touched.

“Answer the question.”

“Well, yes. I remember—”

“And were you not the one who asked me out?”

He crinkled his eyebrows. “Evelyn, I don’t understand where—”

“Answer the question.” I said sternly, glaring at him.

“Why have you been so pushy lately?” Setting his drink down with a snap he folded his arms. “Is there something you haven’t been satisfied with?”

I scoffed. “Satisfied? Is that what your secretary is? Satisfied?”

His lips fumbled for words. “Of all the—I don’t know—That’s—”

“Oh stop blabbering,” I stood from my seat. “You’re so childish.”

“Childish!” He stomped his foot. “That’s outrageous.”

“So now you’re a tough guy?” I smirked, slowly making my way towards him.

“What has come over you Evelyn?” Remorse lined his unchanging face. “Tell me what’s wrong.”

I thought for a moment. “I’ve realized I’m sick of you. Utterly sick of you.” He opened his mouth to argue, but with a deft hand I cut him off. “Everything you do is selfish. You’ve obviously gone through puberty, so my only guess is that you are an utter mama’s boy.”

“Leave my mother out of this,” He threatened.

“Oh, whatever would you do without her?” I cried dramatically. “Rude awakening pal, I’m not your mom, thank God, so I don’t have to continue putting up with you.”

“What are you getting at?”

“I’m asking you who do you think you are? You’re a pathetic boy who failed at trying to play a grown woman. But perhaps I am more pathetic for trusting you to begin with. But you know what? I’m not sorry.” He looked to me in confusion. I threw my shoulders back and shamelessly held my head high. “Seeing someone like you has shown me that I deserve more. I’m too good for you.”

His jaw dropped open as if to spit something out. I honestly waited for a smart retort to all I’d said. I wasn’t naturally one for confrontation, but I am not shy in admitting that at that moment I was ready for a fight. But sadly nothing came.

“A taxi is waiting outside with my things. I am leaving you Darrel.” Leaning in close, close enough to give one last smell of my perfume, I picked up his scotch and drained it. “Here’s to growing up,” With that I let go, shattering the heavy glass on the floor. I had had the foresight to wear shoes. He, unfortunately, had not.

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