What I Left Behind

This is kind of a make-up from last week, when I just noticed I haven't posted. This is from almost a month ago in September, and up until now I couldn't figure out where in my writing journal this had been. So, my dear readers, I extend to you the invitation to tell me how to better the story I am about to share with you. It may be in the character interaction. Maybe it's the way I could extend my story. Also, there is a line from a song that I know and I am wondering how many catch on to it. Whatever the case may be, critique.

He was cantankerous, but I love that man. So handsome and sweet, but I couldn't hold onto this any longer, not with what he had become.

Looking back, I remember city lights and then feelings got the best of me. We were young and so in love, but now it's just a memory. Everything seemed so perfect then, but now everything is just falling apart. I guess everybody changes, maybe even me.

Seven years, a month, two weeks, and a day or so ago- at least according to his last count of things- we were happier than most people could ever hope to be. Then somewhere around three years ago, after a long and loving year of marriage, he became the cruel and selfish man he is now. But, because of who I am, I couldn't just end things conventionally.

Now, I'm sitting here on a train, leaving my husband bleeding from thirty or so stab wounds, so that I can finally make my getaway and be free, because, Dear Diary, today everything changes. Today, that is what I left behind.