I turned around and watched as he drove away.
That was that.
What came next? I wasn’t sure. But I knew what didn’t come next – more of the same. I promised myself that everything was going to be different.
I would change my hair color. I’d sleep on the other side of the bed. Better yet, I’d sleep in the middle of the bed. I’d take a different route to work, shop at a different grocery store.
I would change my name.
And then, when everything was different, I would turn around again, and there would be no one there.