Mac arrived about forty minutes later. He wore jeans, a tee shirt, a jeans jacket, and boots. She stared at him. He never dressed like that!
“Who are you?” she asked in her usual snide manner.
“I’m the real Mac,” he gave with a sexy smile.
“We have to talk…” she said.
“No, Amanda, we’ve said everything before you left. You left for your personal health, I left for mine. I’m not coming back. This is your house, this is your life, not mine.”
“What happened?” she said, tears falling down her face.
“I found myself. I found the me I thought I’d lost. I’m happy, I’m free and I’ve never been this way before.”
“You’re leaving me?” she said with an almost sneer.
“No, Amanda, I already left you. I began leaving five months ago. I left this house three months ago. I have a whole new world,” and began to walk to the door.
As he opened it he tossed; “Take care of yourself.”
“For what? There’s nothing you can say or do that will stop me. Our marriage is over. The wedding band in on the dresser. Have a nice life.”
And he walked out.