Better Late

100 words about better late than never
photo by Taylor Davidson 

He comes home way past dinner time again and acts as if it’s okay he ignored my calls all night.

‘Soup might still be warm if you’re lucky.’

I don’t know why I’m even talking to him.

‘Sorry, honey. Work meeting ran over.’

To the pub? Does he really believe I can’t smell the booze on his breath?

‘Better late, right?’

There’s nothing different about tonight, with one exception.

‘Yes, better late.’

I’ve dutifully swallowed his lies for weeks, but I can’t leave standing up for myself until late turns into never. Tonight, I take my bags and start over.

***

(Story 2 of 31 for Story A Day, inspired by this week’s Moral Mondays prompt: better late than never)

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