Vacation's Here

Mari watched as Eric walked out the front door slamming it as he stomped out to his expensive car back to his pampered life. Feeling something wet slide down her cheeks Mari realized that she was crying for the jerk. He had tried to buy her love, her eyes closed as she was flooded with the memories of the Eric she had once know. He hadn't always been a rich conceited man but after leaving her behind to marry a rich model she didn't know him anymore. She had been stupid enough to actually belive the promise he had fed to her; she thought he was going to marry a rich women he had said and then divorce his wife after 3 years and return to take care of her forever. Having lived in poverty for so long she had readily agreed and waited her 3 years for him and when he hadn't kept his promise she waited 4 more years working herself to the bone in an effort to take care of herself and now 10 years after he had left she was on the verge of losing the house the had bought together. He had been drunk on the high life for so long he had merely pushed her memory to a dark corner in his mind and forgotten about it.

As he drove away she felt a twinge of freedom mixed in with her grief. Sighing she returned to her packing; it was time to move on and first she was going to find a better job than working as a mere secretary with a married boss with his mind in the gutter. More than once she had caught Mr. Peterson staring lewdly at her. Once her eyes had accidentally met his and a shiver ran down her spine, her stomach churned dangerously. Excusing herself she stumbled to the restroom and lost her lunch in one of the faded grimy stalls. After that she made sure to avoid eye contact and wore clothing so baggy not a single one of her curves could be seen.