The Departure
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Your husband has left. He didn't just leave; he took the drill, the slippers, and the computer with the internet. You, Lucy, sway slightly, fall onto the bed, and begin to terribly worry and despair.
The silence in the apartment is deafening. You feel life is over. You contemplate doing something drastic, perhaps swallowing a handful of pills to end this misery.
You stumble to the pharmacy, eyes red from crying.