Enough was enough. After four years of devoting herself to Ward, Leah had given up. "I'm moving to New York," she said.
He couldn't believe it. He begged her to give him one more chance. She said she had already given him "one more chance" too many times.
"I asked you to marry me, but you said you weren't ready. You're 50—when will you be ready!? I asked you to find us an apartment; you didn't. As a nervous realtor, I asked you to stay with me during weekend open houses; you didn't. I asked you to help my son find a scholarship or grant; you didn't. Shall I go on?"
He said he got the picture and apologized. "My priorities weren't right; now I realize you are my only priority."
She said his apology was too little, too late. She had already bought a ticket to New York City; her flight was Monday evening.
His jaw dropped. "You're not serious! What are you going to do there? You don't know anyone. You've never even been. You can't just fly in alone and wander around. It's dangerous. And the safe areas are expensive. You don't have any money!"
She said she had enough money to stay in a hotel until she found an apartment and a job. She had always wanted to live in a big, exciting city like New York. "That's where I can start my own business," she said, "and maybe find a man I can depend on!"