Ivy
By the end of the day I realized that Sean would not be coming back home. I had wondered if he would come back to maybe take some of his clothes but he had not even bothered with that. Not that he needed to come home to get clothes when he could simply use one of the credit cards supplied and maintained by my family’s money to go on one of his beloved shopping sprees at some high fashion store.
I briefly wondered if he would come back if I had his credit cards blocked and I chuckled to myself, I would sooner have the locks of the house changed to keep him away than do something that would make him come back to me.
I was a little surprised by myself, if you had told me that months ago that I would be as nonchalant as I currently am about the possibility of my husband walking away fro
