**【HEADLINE】
HE THREW THE BLENDER ON THE FLOOR AND SAID, ‘I’M DONE WITH THIS FAMILY!’**
**【STORY BODY】**
I watched as the blender shattered against the tile floor, pieces scattering everywhere. He stood there, shoulders heaving, eyes wild. “I’m done with this family!” he roared, his voice echoing down the hallway. My heart felt like it had been ripped out of my chest, and I could barely breathe. The smell of the coffee he was making still lingered in the air, mixed with the sharp tang of something burning.
“What are you talking about?” I managed to choke out, stepping over the broken plastic to get closer. “What did we do?”
His face twisted, and he shoved past me, grabbing his jacket from the chair. “‘We?’ There is no ‘we,’ Sarah. There hasn’t been for a long time.” His voice was cold, each word slicing through me like a knife. The sound of the door slamming echoed in between the walls, and the house suddenly felt empty even though all the lights were still blazing.
**【FINAL CLICHÉ】**
Then I saw the text light up on his phone left on the counter: “Pick me up at 8. Ready to finally leave her for good?”
**【Sad Closer】**
Full story continued in the comments…**【STORY BODY – PART 2】**
The world swam. His phone, still glowing, offered the chilling confirmation. The “her” he’d been ready to leave…was me. I stumbled back, sinking onto a kitchen stool. The air, thick with the scent of burnt coffee and betrayal, suddenly felt too heavy to breathe.
I didn’t move for hours. The pieces of the blender lay like shattered shards of my life, mirroring the mess inside me. Eventually, the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the kitchen. I picked up his phone, the screen still displaying the damning text. Should I call? Confront? What would I even say?
Taking a deep breath, I scrolled through his contacts, a morbid curiosity overcoming my grief. The names, the history they held…it was all a blur. Then I saw it: a contact labeled “Always.” My heart sank. I knew who it was.
I took a shaky step, gathered the broken blender parts, wrapping them carefully. The once-familiar kitchen suddenly looked unfamiliar, sterile. I spent the next few hours picking up the pieces of my shattered life, one memory at a time. I cleaned up the coffee, the remnants of a life together, washing it all away.
**【NORMAL CLOSER】**
The next morning, the house was still empty, and the silence screamed louder than his voice had the night before. I packed a bag, not knowing where I was going, but knowing I couldn’t stay. As I walked out the door, the sun shining bright, I turned one last time. The house, once my home, was now just a building. I closed the door behind me, and the world finally went quiet. I began to move on.