A Splash of Red
You decide today isn’t the day.
You look next to you, in the bed you two have shared for two years, at a time when shopping together was cute and fun and the world still seemed to have meaning, that’s where she is. And somehow, to you, at this time, in the a-little-over-two-years of marriage, she seems too perfect to disturb.
Today, it’s too easy to forget that she told you that she had started sleeping with other men to “motivate you” (her honest-to-God words). You had heard her right, hadn’t you? She had used the word “men” in the plural, right? Or, perhaps that was just your imagination.
No, today isn’t the day, you tell yourself.
You can finish reading this story on Yellow Mama:
http://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/yello...
You look next to you, in the bed you two have shared for two years, at a time when shopping together was cute and fun and the world still seemed to have meaning, that’s where she is. And somehow, to you, at this time, in the a-little-over-two-years of marriage, she seems too perfect to disturb.
Today, it’s too easy to forget that she told you that she had started sleeping with other men to “motivate you” (her honest-to-God words). You had heard her right, hadn’t you? She had used the word “men” in the plural, right? Or, perhaps that was just your imagination.
No, today isn’t the day, you tell yourself.
You can finish reading this story on Yellow Mama:
http://blackpetalsks.tripod.com/yello...
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Erin wrote: "I really like this! Not that I have personally felt like stabbing someone in an artery (yet)... but the situation, surroundings, and thoughts I can relate and smirk to..
So, what happens?"
Check out the story on Yellow Mama! Just click on the link.
But the ending might be in the title!
Not that I have personally felt like stabbing someone in an artery (yet)... but the situation, surroundings, and thoughts I can relate and smirk to..
So, what happens?