Ricci Schwarzler - Miss

She looked out the window and cried. She was in despair. Her life had fallen apart. He was gone. Gone, but not only out of the house, but out of her life and even out of the country. How could he do that to her.

He said he couldn’t take it anymore. Her endless demands, her endless selfishness, her endless righteousness and her endless self-obsession.

She couldn’t understand it. She knew, she knew more than him. She knew, she knew better than him. She knew, she knew she was never wrong, and she knew, she knew everything. Why couldn’t he understand that? Why didn’t he know his place? Why didn’t he just do as he was told?

It had been a great relationship for 15years. She loved it. She couldn’t think of anyone else she wanted to be with. She had enjoyed helping him, telling him what to do and telling him how to do it properly…He always needed her help to get it right.

He looked out of the window and cried. He was in relief. His life was finally free. She was gone. Thank God. He couldn’t stop crying from relief. The tears raced each other down his face.

She said she didn’t want much. She just expected him to do what she wanted, when she wanted and how she wanted. She said it wasn’t too much to ask for and she knew he’d been happy doing it these past 15years. ‘Jeezus am I that stupid?’ he thought.

He cried again. He pulled himself together and looked out onto the Tuscan village square. He’d always wanted to go there; live there and now he was there. He watched the people busying themselves with the daily activities. He watched the waitress he was acquainted with and thought how simple life was. How lovely to be free.

He would not miss home, he would not miss that life and he would not miss her.

She was still weeping when she spied her nice gardener, who always knows what she wants and does it. Her tears stopped instantly as she waved to him. She wasn’t going to miss that other person at all.