Vintage photograph sent to me by Gina Esguerra. Click it for her blog.
She sat down to write him the last letter he would ever get from her. Years of letters had gone unnoticed, unreturned and discarded in the waste bin. She was tired of it all, of him. Thousands of meals, never a single thank you. She didn’t know a single one of her friends who had the guts to leave their husbands, but she would do it. A job was lined up, she had a room with her sister’s family, everything was set.
Maybe he would learn to appreciate the next woman who came into his life. Maybe not. But more importantly, she would be happy.