My time was up, almost everyone I worked with was at the airport saying good bye. It was a lot of crying and I could barely see my seat when I boarded the plane.
I sat, wiped my eyes, buckled my belt and as the plane taxied on the run way I excreted my last thoughts of Jade.
There was a repulsive human being who at 2 a.m. could blast a radio or shout at her cats, knowing my bedroom was just a few feet away.
There was a creature, so inconsiderate that she could jam her junk into every space to make me as uncomfortable as possible. A woman who could lie and try to provoke me. Yet, I could keep my face blank, thinking of flowers.
Those nine months I spent in that city, those eight months living in that flat with Jade, taught me that I controlled my responses. And once I activate my ‘contempt button’, nothing could penetrate my peace.
I controlled my responses, my outlook.
I returned home a better person than I had been.