…I looked up at him with disgust written all over my face and I wondered what I ever saw in him in the first place.

How could I have been so blind, fallen for his deception, loved him, allowed him run my life for over a decade? Gosh! I felt so angry with myself.

“Do you hate me that much?”

He asked.

“That’s too light for the likes of you, Mr. I detest you; your presence here is appalling to me. I …”

“You don’t have to say it.” He replied with pain, sensing I was about telling him off, forever.

“I will leave.” He replied.

“And with all your THINGS!” I stressed.

He was shocked. I knew he never believed I could part with his ‘good life’. The things he has bought me in the years we have been together. Yes, those years have been good in a way, with all the money to spend, high class status, nose-in-the-air kind of life. In fact, life was all about us. We didn’t care an inch about others, those who tried to stop us, we crushed; took things to ourselves when we willed it; it felt like life couldn’t be better until I met him, my New Man…

“Is he that perfect?”

The question came out of the blues and I had forgotten I wasn’t alone. I looked at my Old Man with a grin that tells him he doesn’t have a right to ask.

“He can give you all I have given you and much more?” He asked further.

I laughed at his face. Did he refer to his things as something?

“You didn’t give me anything, Mr Old. YOU DO NOT HAVE ANYTHING YOU CAN GIVE!” I spat at him.

He looked at me like I have lost it and couldn’t believe all those years with me are wasted, now. I pointed my finger to the direction he came in from.

“NOW, be gone, with all your things, and forever!”

He turned hurriedly, as if afraid I would go violent if he stayed a second longer. I sat back on my chair, to my little book, in my cosy garden.

Footsteps! I heard, far away. Hurried ones! Strange, they’ve become and ever will be.

The spell is cast off!

The curse is broken!

…to be continued…