Love Isn't Always Fair

I stared at the walls of the hotel room I was broken. I gave a quick glance at the papers lying to my right. It's been a week since I caught Andy and… I cut my thought off. I don't need to think about that.
For once, I was glad that my children had gone to spend some time with Andy's parents. Usually I hated having them away from me. I was suppose to be at Andy's parents house too, but I'd come back early to spend some quality time with Andy.
But, I was the one who got the surprise. I grabbed the papers and looked through them one more time before getting up and heading to my car.
As I shut the car door and started the vehicle, I gave a silent prayer that Andy would be home. I headed off in the direction of his house and listened to true friend by Bring me the horizon.
I let out a sigh of relief as I saw Andy's car wasn't in the drive way. I got out of the car and approached the door. I knew it wasn't locked, because Andy had a bad habit of forgetting to lock it. I stepped into the house and tried to fight off the memory of that night. I shot a glance at the coffee table where I'd thrown my ring. It was gone. Looks like he discovered I was here.
I took a deep breath and headed up the stairs, I laid the papers on his bed and started putting my clothes in a bag I'd brought. I left all the nice designer clothes he bought me, he'll I left anything he bought me. I headed into the kids room and packed up all their toys and clothes in a separate bag I brought. Then I left. I shut the door hard and fought tears as I started my car. And as I drove to my next destination, I refused to look back. Because I knew, that if I did, I would remember the good times. I would remember the times before Andy started keeping secrets and acting weird. And I would break. I would turn the car around and forgive him. I couldn't do that. I have to be strong.
There is no going back.

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