“Come on, Judy, it will make us tons of money. And it’s only for a little while. I’ll build you a fine house, I promise.”
Judy was young, and she loved Eddie. Trusted him. She hated the mess and the smells–gas, oil, exhaust, and rotting rubber–but she agreed. Just for a while.
Time passed, and the pile of tires grew. Judy’s patience did not. Years of promises, all for nothing.
She still loved him, but she hated living with all that mess and filth.
“I’ve had enough, Eddie. Enough of your empty promises. Goodbye!”
Just Writing! 
Brutal, but perhaps necessary
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I think it was necessary, because HE is not going to stop collecting tires!
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Loving the metaphor, great story, Linda.
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Thanks, Mason.
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Perhaps Judy’s threat to leave will persuade Eddie to get rid of the heap of tires. Or perhaps not; leopards don’t often change their spots!
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Ah, the proverbial tire that broke the housewife’s faith….
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Exactly right. Well said.
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Unfortunately that can often be so unavoidably necessary
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I can’t say I blame her. And I think if he decides to get rid of them simply because she decided to leave, it doesn’t say much for their future…
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He won’t. He may intend to, may talk about it, but when push comes to shove he’ll accept the next batch of worn out tires because “someday” he’ll sell them all. Some day, unfortunately, almost never comes.
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Someday never seems to come for some sorts, eh?
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O dear, I love the smell of the old time garages. For my first two jobs were at such places.
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So does my husband. He felt right at home in a garage.
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Second chance?
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I don’t know. If I were Judy, I’d have to see some proof before I’d be willing to try again 🙂
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I think Judy has learned that promises don’t appear overnight and the cost of a long term never ending pile of dirt was too much. I wish her luck. A lovely story that shows life’s frustrations.
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Thanks!
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I can empathise. I’m not hot on accumulation of dirt and rubbish myself.
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🙂
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Dear Linda,
Living with a packrat myself I empathize. Well, not to the point of kicking him out. 😉 But we do have a collection of old computers that goes all the way back to the Kaypro (I call it a Commodore in a can).
Judy’s frustration is understandable. Good story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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I love my Terry to death, but I hate all his junk. He has cooperated in keeping it out of the living space, but I’m pretty sure our kids are going to be left to deal with it all some day. They know it too, and are already thinking about how best to deal with it.
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Sadly he seems to be more in love with his mess than he is with Judy!
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Bingo!
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It was finally a case of a tyre too far.
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🙂
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I don’t blame her. Maybe it’s a wakeup call for him. But probably not.
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Agreed. If he woke up at all, it was only with one eye 🙂
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He sounds like a bit of a hoarder. Eeeekkkk …. that requires an exit.
Sad but she needs to enjoy her life and those terrible scents and clutter
can get on anyone’s nerves. Nice take on the prompt, Linda.
Unfortunately, I haven’t had time to add a story but did want to leave a URL
for a post I think you might enjoy. Have a wonderful weekend …
Isadora 😎
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Isadora, that’s a really lovely poem. It reflects a lot that we don’t know, as well as some things we can or do know. Thanks for the link.
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Your welcome, Linda.
Have a Blessed Sunday 🙏🏻
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So much for ‘love conquers all.’ But as your title implies, a promise is a promise. Need a song, ‘it’s not been nice, so long Eddie.’ 🙂
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🙂
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Great story! Merry Christmas!
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Thanks, and Merry Christmas to you!
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Sounds like the end of my first marriage!
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Bless your heart. I hope you stayed away from hoarders!
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Ouch, could see that coming, still it’s a tough decision after such a long time. Guess he showed through his actions that his words meant little. I feel she made the right decision. Nicely done.
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Thanks, Laurie 🙂
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Sometimes one must draw a line in the sand. Seems she’s found her time … Well done!
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Thanks 🙂
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🙂
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I can see a country music song coming out of this one, something like, “It’s My Way or the Highway On Your Tires!” Think it’ll go over?
Pax,
Dora
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🙂
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Poor Judy got tired. 😉
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Yup. Enough is enough.
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Tired of all the tires 😀
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🙂
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