258. I’m Moving to NY

Enough was enough. After four years of devoting to Ward, Leah had given up. “I’m moving New York,” she said. He couldn’t believe it. begged her to give him one more chance. said she had already given him “one more ” too many times.

“I asked you to marry , but you said you weren’t ready to get . You’re 50 years old—when will you be ready!? asked you to find us an apartment, so we could live together; you didn’t. As a realtor, I asked you to stay with me I had to sit in open houses by on weekends. You didn’t. I asked you to my son find a scholarship or grant so he could attend a good college. You didn’t. I go on?”

He said he got the . He apologized. “My priorities weren’t right; now I that you are my only priority.”

She said apology was too little, too late. She had bought an airline ticket to New York City; flight was Monday evening.

His jaw dropped. “You’re serious! What are you going to do in York?” he asked. “You don’t know anyone there. ’ve never even been there. You can’t just fly New York all alone and start wandering around. ’s a dangerous place. And the places that aren’t are expensive. You don’t have any money!”

She she had enough money to stay in a until she found an apartment and a job. had always wanted to live in a big, city like New York. “That’s where I can my own business,” she said, “and maybe find man I can depend on!”