She’d always known it would be easier to leave.
Easier than hiding in the bathroom for hours after she’d burned dinner. Easier than not being able to sleep without drinking. Easier than making excuses to their children.
But it would be hard, too.
Hard to bother feeding herself when she was only cooking for one. Hard to fall asleep alone. Hard to explain to the kids that she’d lied, that she didn’t fall down the stairs or bump her cheek on the doorframe…
So she stayed. For now.
by Molly Duffield
(prompts: 12/02, easier, ‘I Want To Break Free’)