Thirtysomething1987

Nancy Krieger Weston:
She was never able to figure out why he had chosen that particular moment to leave. Did he make up his mind during the drive home? Or did he decide to leave in the split second before he told her. He packed a few things in a small gray bag and left. Was she supposed to stop him? Was she supposed to want to stop him? He left, and later she couldn't remember if they'd said 'good-bye' or kissed or shook hands. The only thing she could remember was how dark the house seemed after he'd left. She remembered going from room to room, turning on all the lights.