Quickie
So, today is Q, and I am going to give you a quickie. Mostly because I'm tired, but also because it fits. Happy Friday!!
My wife was a bore. A bitch. A nag.
She was beautiful, but I was done being her punching bag.
Walking into my house, I was assaulted with the smell of curry. I fucking hate curry.
“You’re home late.”
It was a dig. Always. She wasn’t concerned. She was controlling.
“Yeah. Thanks for noticing.”
Without looking at me, she motions to the table. “Dinner’s ready. I’ll bring you a dish.”
“No thanks,” I told her. “I’m going out. It smells like death in this house. What’d you do all day?”
I hear a pan hit the sink. “Saw my lawyer.”
She was beautiful, but I was done being her punching bag.
Walking into my house, I was assaulted with the smell of curry. I fucking hate curry.
“You’re home late.”
It was a dig. Always. She wasn’t concerned. She was controlling.
“Yeah. Thanks for noticing.”
Without looking at me, she motions to the table. “Dinner’s ready. I’ll bring you a dish.”
“No thanks,” I told her. “I’m going out. It smells like death in this house. What’d you do all day?”
I hear a pan hit the sink. “Saw my lawyer.”
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