A Drunken Stooper: A Wandering Mind
Why put up with me for five years and then decide to leave? We could have both saved us the hassle of the outcome. Why weren’t you honest with me and tell me the way you truly felt? I could have saved you, Melissa. Instead, you decided to take your shit and leave me behind. Have me find my own way without guidance.
She has to be fucking someone. It’s as clear as day. I know she was. Why else would she say she’s unhappy after five years? She got tired of me and whatever the fuck else is wrong with me.
She probably ran out of excuses to give.
Like the time she had to get a ride from a “classmate “. She said her car had a flat tire and she needed to haul it off. She called me to get her to help, but at the time I was doing a raid and couldn’t just bail on my team, so I asked her to wait for thirty minutes or so. Yet, instead of waiting, she decided to have her classmate drop her off at our home. The guy didn’t have his windows tinted and you could see her laughing and giggling as she rode in the neighborhood. I was out walking Lily, our poodle, and had front row seats to the whole circus.
He went around, opened her door and hugged her and continued the conversation, in front of my face.
I quickly walked back into the house, once Lily finished, of course and headed to the kitchen. I poured myself a glass of orange juice and while I did that, I could hear the door opening and closing.
“Hey, Lilypad! How is mommy’s baby?” I could her walking towards the kitchen. As she came in, she was smiling from ear to ear; she seemed so excited to tell me about her day. The glow from her face was so affectious; it reminded me of when we first met. It was captivating, but it was a glow that I didn’t create.
So, I punched her in the cheek, fracturing it in the process.
How dare another man make her feel that way? She had that coming and I have no regret about it. She made me do that to her. It hurt me to see her like that, so I had to show her how I felt. The next day, she went to the doctors with her brother. She told them both, that she fell from the shower on her way out. Luckily, they believed her, but that was the last straw, it seemed.
We decided to seek professional help and for the first six months it was actually helping us. We had better communications and my bouts of rage and anger were so much better to control.
It was paradise.
But all good things must come to an end.
And there goes the tequila.
Well wouldn’t you know it, I am out of beer.
So how about it, Henry? Let’s take some shots! You don’t have to drive anywhere!
Let’s – OW!
“Watch for the table on your right? Nope, left,”
“To your left Henry,”
“Left. What do I have left?”
Vodka and misery. Shot of both please.
First shot burns going down.
Second shot, eases the sting.
By the third shot, I can taste the smooth texture of the clear fluid.
Everything was her fault and she thinks she can make it seem like it was my wrong?!
All I heard was the smashing of a shot glass that was in my hand and realized I threw it seconds later. It is all over the fucking floor.
Like my bullshit relationship with this fucking bitch.
I knock down the table.
“She just always lead me on and never once realized what the fuck she was actually doing to me!!” I yell.
I just have to throw shit!
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