Facebook

How I Left My Husband on My Lunch Break

John thought he might smooth things over with a little Chipotle and some good old-fashioned ass-kissing. I nervously devoured my burrito, nodding on cue and making appropriate responses in feigned acquiescence. After a quick kiss goodbye on University Avenue, I made what I now think of as the best move of my life. The fight-or-flight anxiety that had flavored life with John was revved to jittery new proportions, and this time, I knew that my choice would be B: flight.

After months of hiding out in the public library or walking the dogs for hours at a time, this would be THE escape, the emancipation, the “been nice knowing ya.” As I drove home rather than back to work, that old Paul Simon song, “50 Ways to Leave Your Lover,” rattled through my brain. You know, “Jump on the bus, Gus. No need to discuss much.” It had become my mantra: “Just get yourself free.”A friend’s husband met me at the house to serve as lookout as I picked up my puppy and some clothes. Seriously—I had someone standing guard in case John decided to make an unexpected appearance during my getaway. I was scared, as they say, shitless (why do they say that?). With Tucker on his leash and suitcase in hand, I found a scrap of paper on which to declare my intentions: “I’m gone. Not coming back.” That was the gist of it.

What drives someone to the seemingly heartless “Dear John”* letter? My marriage had crossed a line that I simply couldn’t reconcile, and I barely recognized the fragile woman I had become. A recurring nightmare haunted me nightly, and I woke each morning sick with the realization that it was true: I was trapped in the house with John.

Without hesitation, I left the letter on the kitchen counter, hugged The Lookout goodbye, and drove toward I-74 with Tucker sitting shotgun. I had no real plan but to drive all day, home to Minnesota, to people who loved me. Lease, job, and bills be damned. I tuned the radio to a country station. It seemed appropriate.

*Pseudonym, as in “Dear John”

107 comments to How I Left My Husband on My Lunch Break

Leave a Reply

 

 

 

You can use these HTML tags

<a href="" title=""> <abbr title=""> <acronym title=""> <b> <blockquote cite=""> <cite> <code> <del datetime=""> <em> <i> <q cite=""> <strike> <strong>

CommentLuv badge