“If you truly forgave me, you’d let me come home. I miss my family.”

She sighed. His text unsettled her, putting her on edge. She had no desire to revisit his demands. Life without him was peaceful and relaxing—something she hadn’t realized until their split and his deceit. She hadn’t understood just how much effort went into meeting his outrageous expectations. Friends and family even commented on how much more relaxed and composed she seemed. Her soon-to-be ex was high maintenance, to say the least.

The ping of a new text interrupted her thoughts.

“Well, are you still there?”

Annoyed, she rolled her eyes but suddenly found herself laughing. Remembering the bumper sticker her mother had shown her just a few days ago, she began typing her reply:

“Never get jealous when you see your ex with someone else because our parents taught us to give our used toys to the less fortunate.”

After hitting send, she reminded herself she could take the high road another day. Laughing, she turned off her phone, telling herself she was a work in progress—and tomorrow was a new day.

For today’s prompt, write about a work in progress.