PART 2: THE REALITY CHECK
Half the apartment was completely bare. Every piece of furniture, artwork, and utensil I had purchased over the last nine years was gone.
My clothes were out of the closet, my desk was cleared, and the living room looked like an echoing shell of the home we had shared.
Scott stood paralyzed near the threshold, his keys slipping from his hand and clattering against the bare hardwood floor.
I was sitting by the window, holding a folder containing the lease agreements, utility statements, and a final accounting log.
“What… what is all this, Maya?” Scott stammered, his face draining of color as he looked around the empty room.
I stood up calmly, handing him an itemized invoice for his share of the current month’s rent and utilities.
“Since I am not your wife, I’m no longer acting as your landlord, housekeeper, or financial sponsor,” I said softly.
(How will Scott handle the truth of his new reality? Click “Next Page” to continue to PART 3…)
