The picture of them laid against the wall–away from every other memorable thing in their home.
She gathered his belongings, tossed them in extra-large garbage bags, and slung the pile one by one to the edge of the curb.
Fifteen years of them shuffled around in each bag, her heart broke at the thought of it. But, he had his chance. He simply couldn’t commit. And she . . . well, she was tired of being “ringless.”
An ultimatum was given, “Marry me or leave.”
He walked out the door.
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