The clock struck eleven. Yet another hour had passed and it was getting dark, just like her mood. He was more than three and a half hours late. She looked down at the ring on her left hand which had once been slipped on with pride. Now she could not stand it. Its vicious glint caught her eye and make her feel physically sick. With its golden smile, that had once resembled her own, it mocked her. The ring stood for everything he was not; loyalty, honesty, integrity. He did not deserve her and she certainly did not deserve the kind of man that he was, their broken life or to have her dreams shattered before her very eyes.

“I don’t I want this anymore.”

There. She had told him. He looked at her with disbelief. Although, he had to admit it, he had seen it coming. If not in her actions but in his own. He watched He watched in anger as she first threw her ring at his feet and then turned away from him and walked up the stairs. He was not going to let her get away with this. He stormed up after her, pausing on the landing to reach for a crystal vase that had been one of their wedding gifts. He followed her into their bedroom, shouting as she packed her case. No more was she afraid of him and it killed him. He no longer was in control. As he raged at her, he threw the vase at her head and it narrowly missed. Its millions of shattered pieces ricocheted off the walls. She slowly moved her head to look at him. Her face said it all. Slamming the case shut, she hurriedly pulled the zip shut and made her way over to the door.

“You’ll never leave me.”

She turned to look at him. Truth be told, a week ago, she too would not have believed that she was leaving but today something inside her had told her different. She shook her head at him in defiance and turned back to make her way out of the door. Pulling her case behind her, she practically threw herself down the stairs in her attempt to free herself from the man formerly known as her husband.

As she walked past the living room, a glare caught her eye. The ring was staring her in the face, a smug smile upon its curve. She snorted at it. She didn’t need that where she was going.

He watched in amusement as she fled down the path that led to her new life. As soon as she had gotten into her car, he realised that she was serious. Both had never gone that far.
He punched a wall in self-pity and she laughed, watching as he cried out in pain and then knocked a bowl off a shelf, destroying the object, destroying the purpose.
As she pulled away, she thought to herself. No longer would he knock her down. No longer could her destroy her, destroy her purpose.