It was over. I knew it the moment he sneaked ungracefully into the room smelling like a distillery for the twentieth week in a row. Five minutes later his snoring made the window tremble.
It only took me one hour to fill a couple of suitcases with the few valuable items that I would never remind me of this miserable life with a miserable man. I couldn't leave with my lucky boots.
The ones I wore for a recent job interview a few days ago. The one which would change my life. With them I kicked the door as I left.