“If you really want to leave, just go.” He says, pointing to the open door.
“You know I can’t do that.” I say submissively.
“No, this time I want you to go.”
“What?” I ask, frozen in place like a statue made or stone. I feel the weight of a thousand stones keeping me on the floor.
“I don’t know when this started or what I did but I know this is wrong.” He says, standing strong but I can see glimpses of tears in his eyes.
I melt. For years I have been wanting to get rid of him, be free from his grasp. But now that he is really truly offering it to me for the first time, all I want to do is hold him.
“You don’t want me anymore?” I ask, feeling worthless.
“I’ll always want you. And need you. But I have to do this.” He looks at the ground, trying to be a man and hold everything in.
Or is he trying to hide the self-satisfied expression on his face?
I’m so confused.