Love

I'm Finished

              My name is Kim. I'm 29 years old and I'm done dating. I'll tell you what I just went through. My ex and I have been dating for almost three years, and he took me to a restaurant, Red Lobster, the day before our three years anniversary. Once we had been seated and ordered our drinks, and food he told me something. Something that changed my view on him forever. He told me he had to come clean. He told me that he has been cheating on me for the past three weeks. After that he went to the restroom. The waiter came by and I told him I'd like a box for my food. When the waiter came back I put my food in the box, wrote a note on my napkin, then left. I walked out to my car and replayed what I wrote in my head. 

            "You cheated on me. You can have the house, but not my stuff. We are done. I took my car, so have a nice walk." I got into my car then went to his house. 

             Right now I'm finishing packing my items. My plan is to move down to Florida and just get away from this place. Get away from him.

             "Hey! Kim! Get down here now!" I knew that voice. I knew that voice too well, and there's nothing in the world that will make me go down there other than putting my stuff in my car. I put packaging tape on the last box and took it downstairs. He was in the kitchen, so I sneaked out as fast as I could. I put the box in the backseat with the other 12 boxes, started up my car, then left. I kept biting down on my bottom lip as hard as I could to stop myself from crying. I gripped the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turned white. I had to get out of here. I had to leave. I can't believe he would do this to me. After everything I've done!

            Soon hours passed and I was in Mississippi at 11:57 pm. I pulled up to a hotel. The hotel looked like a log cabin. It was incredible. When I sent inside I was greeted by a short round man with black hair and a black mustache like the one you would see an Italian in a cartoon wearing. He asked me how many people there will be and I told him just me. He handed me the keys to the room 208. I went to my room, sat on the side of the bed, put the pillow on my knees, put my face on the pillow, then cried. I couldn't believe I trusted him. I gave him everything, and he just spit in my face like it was nothing. I couldn't believe I trusted him. I kept crying until I fell fast asleep.