It was sudden, but perhaps not unexpected. As I know you would, you’d left a scatter of small objects, over our studio, just to remind this evil woman, me, of my loss. Never again would I have the privilege to be beaten, abused, insulted, dragged by my hair and worse.

A pair of dirty socks, an old shirt, a blunt knife, an old torn off picture of me, some old condoms, some dirty pics… But of course you stole my furniture.

How do I feel about it? Good riddance!

Inspired by Fandango’s One Word Challenge of 14 December