Kicking Her Out

A nasty fight issued the moment I told Annette that it was time to leave. She must not have seen it coming, or let herself believe I was as unhappy as I was. She tried to ignore it at first, then she tried to cry, and when neither of those things worked, she started to get mad.

I ended up having to dodge flying objects as I told her there was no way to change my mind. I wanted her out right then and there, and I didn't want her to come back.