Red

I get out of bed and pick out my outfit for the day. I decide on a black pencil skirt, a white blouse and a pair of red heels. I do my makeup within 15 minutes and dab on some red lipstick to make myself feel extra sexy and confident today.

I grab my coat and head out the door. I cannot be late on this very important day. I get in my car that you bought for me and drive to the lawyers office. I walk in and there you are, looking handsome as the devil. You smirk and expect me to shy away like I have for all of these years.

But today I am wearing red lipstick and I stare you back in the eyes which makes you visibly uncomfortable. The lawyer explains our rights and agreements in order to finalize the divorce. You try to argue with the lawyer about a certain thing he has a said just as you have argued and belittled me on every little thing I said in our 10 year marriage.

You do not win the argument because you are arguing a lawyer whose very job description is to win at arguing. It is time to pick up the pen and sign away our past and future. I do not feel sadness , only relief and pure bliss.

I rise from my chair and head to the front door. You come after me and catch my wrist like you have so many times before. You ask me if I feel anything for you anymore. You ask me if I feel any sadness towards throwing our relationship away. I respond to you by saying that for the many years to come I shall mark this day as the day that ended an era. I snatch my wrist from your hand and walk out the door embracing the new life I have just received.