(F) Discovery

I leave my credit card in the kitchen, and head upstairs to my dressing room with my new purchases. As I walk into the bedroom, I notice that there are four suitcases. I open the first one I come to, and it's full of my clothes. Maybe we're going on holiday - Michael surprises me like that sometimes. Or maybe we're having some new clothes. Michael likes a fresh wardrobe of new clothes, says he gets fed up of seeing me in the same old rags. I open the other suitcases to see which clothes michael has packed for himself, and I'm slightly surprised to find that all four suitcases are packed with my clothes. Maybe I'm having a whole new dressing room. I almost explode at the thought, this would mean a new York shopping trip!
I decide there's no point unpacking my new clothes and so I straighten out the bed and head back downstairs for a coffee. As I'm walking down the stairs, michael arrives home. He slams the door behind him and throws his case on the floor. Clearly he's in a bad mood, and tonight will be another lovely evening with me husband. He doesn't even greet me as I walk into the kitchen.
"are we going on holiday?" I ask him.
"no", he thunders. "take your stuff and go. I'm sick of you, sick of your spending. I've packed your bags - just leave."
By this point, I'm horrified. This has come from nowhere. I have nowhere to go, I don't want to leave!
I run upstairs in tears, thinking this is some kind of sick joke by michael, but he makes no effort to console me. Instead he leaves me sobbing as he zips the cases up and begins lugging them downstairs. I cannot believe this is happening.
"hurry up woman, I want rid of you", he booms. I'm frightened by his tone of voice, half expecting him to physically drag me out of the house. I followed behind him like a small child that's been chastised for drawing on the walls. I looked up at the house, the beautiful sash windows, the huge oak door. The familiar fabrics and plants in the windows that signified home. Michael headed back into the house without saying a word. as I drove away, I knew I faced a long and painful journey.