StayI began packing my suitcase, fresh tears rolling down onto my neatly folded clothes. “I'm sorry God, but I can't do this anymore.” I don't think I love him anymore.I mean, why would I still love him? He's drunk half the time and we fight constantly. I just can't take much more of this!There. All packed. Now to wake the kids and get them packed too before Chuck gets home. I wouldn't dream of leaving those three to be raised by that drunken brute.I zipped up my suitcase before heading out my bedroom door. I paused at the door, hesitantly placing my hand on the frame, slowly turning, taking a glance around the bedroom.“And this is the master bedroom,” I remembered the real estate agent telling us the first time I stepped into this room.“Wow! It's so big!” I exclaimed, turning around to marvel at the spacious room. “We can put the bed over here, and the dresser over here...Ooo! I'm going to check out the closet!