Welcome to this week's edition of Tuesday Tales. I am so happy to be back. This New Yorker is now Jersey Shore Girl and I'm loving every minute of the peace and relaxation I'm getting from the community I'm living in. So without further ado...
Jill Reed stood by her front door with the last of her belongs tucked away in her carry-on bag. Once she walked out the front door, she would be leaving her past behind her.
The past few months she had struggled with how to proceed in her life, what would make her happy and what she wanted. Once she made this life changing decision, there was no turning back. All that would stand in front of her was a new way of living.
Jill placed her bag down in front of the front door. She needed complete closure. The only way to do that would take one last walk through of the house she used to call home.
As she walked room to room, she took one last look in the closets and dresser draws. When the new owners walked into her home they wanted everything the way it was, furniture and all. Jill didn’t hesitate for a moment before agreeing to their offer. Every piece in her house had held a special memory, memories that would have absorbed her if she brought them along.
Here she stood at fifty-one, a broken marriage, three estranged kids and a six figure job at a company that went bankrupt two months ago. Good thing she had been smart enough to stash money all these years. She never thought the day would come that her husband would pick up and leave, since her marriage was solid. But once he hit his fifties, he had a never-ending midlife crisis, which led to a love child and him divorcing her.
Jill lifted her bag off the floor and walked out the door. She locked the bright red front door, slid the key under the mat and walked away without looking back.
With Baseball Season here, keep in the spirit of things with my newly released book Wild Pitch.