Leaving everything behind

We didn't stay out for long that evening. Charlie was a little upset with me after I blurted out the whole pregnancy thing. I mean I could see where he was coming from, we hadn't even told his parents yet, so maybe telling random friends could wait. He also thought we should wait until we could confirm, with a test or something, but I quickly lost that debate. My body was literally engineered for having babies. There was no way I wasn't pregnant.

The next day we visited his lawyer's office and delivered the contracts. They seemed very on edge, and I had to confirm multiple times that I was not ****, and had done everything of my own free will. It wasn't really true, but I had made up my mind. Next, we needed to stop by the police station, to get new identity papers for me. Charlie was pale and sweating like crazy. "Relax. I told you I won't say anything." I kissed him, and we went inside. The whole thing was over in 5 minutes. They took new photos and issued me a form that I could use temporarily at the bank and other places that required id. Then the bank. That was also a quick 5 minutes, and my information was updated.

On our way back we stopped by Burger Barn where I told my boss I quit. He tried to **** me to work my last 2 weeks or I would not be getting my last check. Carmen, who worked the till stifled a laugh. "What?" he yelled. "Sorry boss, It's just. I don't think the lady in the 500-dollar pumps, and the 2 000 dollar trench coat really care about her last paycheck." She was right about that.

Our final stop was my old apartment. There was nothing there I really needed, but I at least wanted to tell my landlord I was moving. "Well, you need to clear out the place by the end of the week then or I'm selling what's left." "You just sell whatever you like," I said and tossed him the keys. "Here is a forwarding address should you need it. Have a nice life." And with that, I left my entire old life behind.