Peace

I woke up one morning to Herman ranting and raving about something I left out on the counter too long.  It was the bacon.  I should have thawed it in the refrigerator or placed it in cold water, but I was too tired.  I worked eight hours myself.  I took out the bacon and set it on the counter while pulling off my clothes to go to bed.  When I thought about it, Herman legs weren't exactly broke.  If he wanted bacon that bad, he could have taken the bacon out himself.  No, Herman was already snoring on his side of the bed and part of my side.  Herman was a selfish man.  His thoughts and actions seemed to always be about himself.  Herman did not begin as a selfish person, but years of unconditional reward caused him to feel like life was his automatically.  Even his courtship of me was simply about himself.  We ate at his restaurant, drank his favorite wine and watched his favorite movies.  I only had his attention and affection when life was about him.  Now, I done done it.  The bacon is ruined and he has reckoned it to the loss of the Titanic.  His words, are always on the cutting edge of accusation so I just waited for it.  He spoke of his blessed mother who could do no wrong and his father who was a saint.  He talked about the heritage of great people he had come from and how he should have married a girl named Shirley.  Shirley would know how to thaw bacon.  I slipped on my coat to run to the nearest convenience store in my daily request for redemption.  I reached the parking lot and a panic settled over me like an impending spanking.  I cried like a child and shivered like an addict.  I stayed in that car far longer than it took to buy bacon and I realized that I just could not go back.  I had twenty six dollars in my pocket and the clothes on my back.  I had a quarter tank of gasoline and flip flops on.  I didn't even have a sanitary napkin in my purse.  I went past the stoplight and into the open road.  I didn't care that the next town was twenty miles away.  I never saw Herman again and I never cared.  He wrote and he cried, but Peace had finally been achieved.  I could never see myself in Hermans arms again.  The only reason I attended his funeral was for the closure I needed.  I did not find love again, and I did not care, but I did find peace.  Finally, I found peace.