“I can’t believe this, I can’t fucking believe this!”

All the proof that I needed that Erica was cheating on me was now just sitting on my lap.

There were the pictures of her kissing some other women.

There little affair had been going on for over a year now. My gut always told me something was off. I just didn’t want to believe that it could happen to me. Not with Erica.

The tears kept running down my face. I wanted them to stop. After awhile I knew it was a lost cost. I was so upset that I believed her when she kept telling that it wasn’t true.

They were all lies, every single one of them.

I kept looking around our apartment. Everything we built together. All the lies that I believed were true. All the dreams we shared, and all along she knew they were always going to remain as simply that. Just dreams.

I head to our bedroom. Made me wonder if they ever rolled around in my fucking bed. I have to get out of here. I went to the closet and pulled out the suitcase. I have to get the hell out of here. I put in as much clothes as I could. The rest in bags.

I went to the safe that was in our closet and pulled out all the cash. I’m sure shed understand. She keeps the apartment and I get all our cash. This reminds me, I need to make a quick stop at the bank.

I tried to load everything in the car before anybody saw me. 

 Went back inside to make sure I wasn’t missing anything I can take with me now.

I left the bedroom last.

I picked up the pictures from the bed and stuck it on our bedroom door with a knife.

I figured she’d get the message. On my way to the front door I grabbed every picture frame with me and Erica and threw it on the floor. Just to make a point.

I got into my SUV and drove. I wasn’t sure where I was going. I needed to go to a hotel. I couldn’t go to our friends since they were her friends as well.