This is a flash fiction piece I wrote a couple of days ago. I believe it shows a woman in a bad relationship that is coming to terms with her strength. Please let me know what you think. That’s my two-cents for the day.
The heartless bastard abandoned me. Doesn’t he realize the cruel damage he caused my heart. I don’t regret loving him, but I won’t play second fiddle to anyone’s drinking.
I can’t stand to be around him when he is drinking. He gets sickly sweet and then meaner than hell. I told him I was going to Angie’s for a while. She always helped me cope with Don’s drinking. I was only gone two hours; he packed his clothes, and left.
The apartments empty, I have to sit down. God it smells in here. Rocking back and forth gives me a new perspective on my life. I haven’t lost my life, only my pride. I may not have him, but that’s just fine. I know he’s not my destiny. I will keep looking until I find it. When I do, I will know I’ve arrived at my destiny.