I told my daughter that I intend to go. She did not look worried. She simply asked, “Where are you going?”
I sighed as my stomach sank and filled with fear. “I don’t know Sapphire. I just know I can’t be here anymore.”
“When are you leaving?” she asked like it could be tomorrow. “You should move out of his house now. He doesn’t care about us.” Her eyes were angry. She was angry at me.
“You don’t know that Sapphire. You can’t tell me that he doesn’t care just because things didn’t work out for us.”
“Yes, I can mom. You don’t do the things he’s done when you care about someone. I am just a kid and I know that. He leaves us. What if he kicks you out now. What if we come home and we can’t get in the house? This is not the first time he…”
I didn’t let her finish, “Enough. You do not have anything to worry about.” I silenced her because I know she is right. “Three months. I am signing a lease to remain for three months and there is a lesson you can learn from my choice.”
She scowled at me. “What’s that?”
“A man that doesn’t care would not allow us even that much time. We are lucky to be where we are.”