Letting Go
© all rights reserved to Monica P 2011
I wanted to call Adam my new home. He was the lover who I had wanted to crawl to in the morning, and never leave. However every morning when I crawled to him, he always wanted to push me away. He would do so with a word, a nudge, or even a hot hard spank. He never wanted me to crawl an inch further until he was ready. In return I began to fear him. Every-time I walked to him he would flare with that glint in his eye. Only sometimes would he let me in. The rest of the time he would leave me heartbroken.
After six months I was a mess. I needed to getaway in order to clear my head. I hopped into a car one day, and then I began to drive. I drove along the main highway stretch, and I drove far. I drove until the light dimmed and the moon rose. I drove as the wild dogs howled in the far distance, and I drove as the morning birds came up.
After a while I stopped. I stopped in front of a rental house in the mountain community. I smiled at the 'for lease' sign. I had a card with some savings. So I used it in order to get the house so that I could start a new life.
I cleaned out the house after I found out that it had cobwebs, dust, and mites. I cleaned it good. I only had to suffer a few itches before the bed bugs and all the other nasty things began to move. I then was able to settle in. One of the first things I did was move to collect food, plates, and clothing. The other things I collected were a few tables, chairs, and a bed. I smiled to myself after I had the essential furnishings. I listened to the radio on a walk-man, and then when I was ready I brought a television. My world looked good, and I was ready to smile again.