“If you get any closer to me,” I began, putting up my hand to stop him, “I will scream my head off, and you know the old gossip in front will call the police.”
“Please, Marilyn,” Scott stepped back, helpless.
But I didn’t listen.
His expensive suits followed, then his dress shoes, his watch collection, his golf clubs, and his travel suitcases.
“Now, go pick that junk off my lawn and get out of my life,” I said in a dangerously calm voice.
“Please, listen,” he tried begging one last time. “I was only thinking about Ben. I wasn’t playing both sides.
I was only playing her.”
“SHUT UP AND GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!”
The sound was so loud that I’m sure the neighbors heard it. He stared into my eyes for a final moment, and his shoulder sagged. At last, he left.
Some curious neighbors gathered on their porches to watch as Scott gathered his scattered belongings.
Before he drove away in his car, he turned back one last time.
“Marilyn, please. We can work this out. I’ll tell you everything,” he insisted, his voice cracking.
“I never meant to hurt you. I was just trying to make everyone happy.”
“I don’t want to hear anything from you except through lawyers,” I replied and shut the front door.
I leaned my back against it and breathed deeply as the adrenaline finally left my body.
A minute later, my phone vibrated in my pocket with a message from my mom. She must have been worried that I never made it to her house.
“Everything okay?
You never made it here.”
I smiled and typed back: “Everything’s perfect, Mom. No one is ever kicking me out of my place again.”
