They had been having relationship issues for some time.
The latest disagreement ended up with a shouting match. He was a lot louder than her and most of the time he wouldn’t let her get a word in. There was a sickening repetition about the way he swore at her before slamming the door as he left. Letting him move in with her was a mistake. The tea that she’d prepared for them both would go to waste, again. She stood, wiping away her tears. It was all so predictable. He would head for the pub and spend the whole evening getting drunk with his mates, and when he came home late…
After reheating her meal, she peacefully sat down to it. She felt better after eating. She put the plate in the sink and looked at his cold, unwanted meal. Would she cover it and put it in the fridge? No. She took it to the waste bin and scraped it off into the waste bag. That’s when it came to her…
She pulled out an old suitcase and filled it with all of his stuff, put it on the front step and called the twenty-four-hour locksmith.