The Note I Left on the Pillow
I packed fast, taking only what I could carry.
- Clothes and toiletries
- My mother’s quilt
- Photographs
- A small wooden box with my wedding ring and my husband’s last birthday card to me
I had about three thousand dollars in a credit union account they didn’t know about.
Not much.
But enough to start.
Writing the note was the hardest part.
I tried to keep it short because anything longer would turn into rage.
I won’t be a burden anymore. Don’t look for me. I hope your party is everything you wanted.
I left it on the pillow.
Then I slipped out while they were outside admiring the fireworks setup.
No one noticed me leave.
No one had noticed me for months.
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