A/N: Lyrics from "I Won't Love You Anymore (Sorry)" by Lesley Gore

I think now I see that you’re over me
Our love is a lie, I hope you understand why
I won’t love you anymore (Sorry)
And now I’m leaving today

Okay, so maybe I’ll give Ernie one more shot. Or maybe not?

Either way, I have to see him again, at least to get my things.

I mean, we were together for seven years. That’s not something I can just walk out on. Right?

I don’t have the answers. Susan says she’s not the one who can give them to me.

Maybe I’ll give Ernie a bit of my mind. Maybe he’ll apologize. Maybe we’ll have a chance to rebuild things. Maybe I’ll punch him in the face. Maybe he’ll let me also be with Susan. Maybe I’m thinking too much and doing too little.

As I arrive at the flat that I so recently thought I would always call home, the storm within me comes to a freeze. Ernie is nowhere to be seen; there is only this empty home and its empty feelings. Everything here looks exactly as I left it, and as I walk through the familiar rooms I can’t help but wonder if I am as unchanged.

I am certainly wiser than before. I know that Ernie has not played by the rules he set, and I see how easily I allowed myself to play into his hand.

But even knowing all that, I can’t help but wish I could melt right into the me I used to be. After all, I was happy in this place, as naïve a I may have been. I may never be able to find that same simple, contented joy elsewhere. What was so wrong with letting Ernie set the rules if it meant I would be happy?

I walk into the bedroom in a daze, continuing on the automatic track to pack up my things. As I pull open the wardrobe and see my robes nestled against his, I let out a dry sob.

I can’t touch a single one of these things, can’t remove them from their rightful place.

I was a fool to think I could change. This is my life, this is my place. I belong with Ernie. Mistakes have been made, but he is still my world and I am still his. I belong to him.

There is a sudden pop in the next room, and I realize that Ernie has arrived home.

“Ernie?” I call out in a cracked voice.

There is a moment of silence, and then he appears in the bedroom door.

“Oh. You’re back,” he says simply.

I nod, at a complete loss for words.

I remind myself that I don’t have to say anything. He is the one who has lied and cheated, he is the one who owes me an explanation.

“How long have you been wearing those robes? You should change – you look like a tramp.”

I stare in dumb silence at him. I blink once, twice. It takes me a minute to find my voice, but when I do the words are inevitable.

“I’m out.”

Now Ernie is the one sounding frozen and dumb as I push past him out of the room and out of our home, not looking back.

I know there is something better for me out there.

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