I awoke from a nightmare and saw my wife standing above me with a baseball bat. Angry tears lined her face. She stabbed me at dinner over a pork chop, on accident, in the ribs. I don’t think the baseball bat is an accident. I rolled off the bed as the bat hit the mattress. Then, I stood and politely asked her to leave. She said no so I put on my slippers and never came back.
I was kind of stupid in hindsight but she told me the proposal she wanted. We were on a break from each other so I left my bed with my determined pants on straight to the jeweler. We used to come here as kids and pretend to get married every Saturday. I never looked at the prices so I went to the bank then, I went back to the jeweler. I asked my friend to hold a table for us. I asked someone else for a fancy hotel room. When I gave her the ring Saturday, she cried. She’s seeing someone.
Your beauty held my gaze because I wanted to know every part of you. You told me everything, and some of it I didn’t want to know. We went out on my birthday and you jumped into another guy’s arms, he’s married and you slept with both of them. You told me how lucky I was because of how fat I am. You would meet men for drinks, you would meet women for drinks, you would wake up and drink. You became pregnant, and didn’t know how it happened. I gave you a drink and explained it. Then, I held your hand after as you cried. You blamed me, said you didn’t want a fat baby and I reminded you we haven’t had sex in months.