FINALLY... the breakup, at 20,610 words!!

Ok... so everyone knows I planned to write this breakup somewhere around Day 2. I have been putting it off for 10 days, which in a 30 day writing period is way too long. I almost put it off for another day, but soldiered on, going over my goal for word count to just PULL THE TRIGGER!
I feel really free, in fact, writing the breakup scene I channeled a lot of my own feelings about writing the breakup scene. So here it is, in all its glory...
finally.

Alice felt electric with unencumbered fury and a soaring sense of freedom. Jake either felt or saw the change, it’s not clear. But the phone loosened in his hand and slipped away from his ear as Alice rose from the table, her chair making an ugly screeching noise as she went. She liked the ugly sound it made. It matched the ugliness she felt it inside. She liked it so much she wished that she could rise from her chair again and make the same sound. But even in her enraged state she knew life didn’t work that way. It was like when your shoe made an embarrassing farting noise as you were walking with your friends. Try as you might to recreate it to prove it was your shoe making the noise, not you, the universe would always conspire against you to ensure that you can never make the same noise twice. And so Alice stood her ground.
She liked being in the higher position, standing while Jake sat at the table with what was increasingly becoming a gormless look on his face. She liked the feeling she had of power, of knowing what was going to happen, of finally taking action. The voice inside, the new one, the dark one, liked it too.
She found her voice, and though it was shaky and she sounded close to tears, which she might well have been, there was a strength in it she hadn’t expected. “You… are… everything… they said you were.” These words came from nowhere, she had never imagined herself speaking them, and yet she knew as they left her mouth that they were the right ones. In this case ‘right’ meaning the ones that would hurt the most.
Jake looked as shocked as he felt. He looked helplessly at the phone, as though it might somehow provide some answers, and then back at Alice.
Every time Alice had thought about breaking up with Jake, she had thought she would deliver a long speech. She had thought she would explain, or at least try to explain that she loved him, that she didn’t want to leave, but that she had to. She thought she would try to make him understand, and failing that, she might try to make herself understand. She had imagined this so many times that she was very surprised when she did none of those things. This new power coursing through her veins and this voice in her head said ‘you owe him nothing’. And because she liked what the voice was saying, she listened.
She cast aside her useless anxieties about what Jake would say, or would he cry, or might he get angry, and would she be able to do it… all of these things she tossed to the wind, where they belonged. What Jake did, or said, was meaningless. She was leaving, and that was that. She didn’t even slam the door behind her. She just left.