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As She Came

I sat staring at a clock on the eve of our anniversary, I took the day off. It was five o’clock, I missed her. She was out on a business date, schmoozing with the big dogs; laughing her distinct fake laugh at their whims, and their sexual innuendo. I bought her her favorite perfume for our anniversary, and of course her favorite flower arrangement. Two white roses, waiting on the counter for her to love me more for their short lives. I arranged for an immaculate dinner to be waiting for us at the top of the same mountain and in the same spot where we first held hands as children, only 2 hours away by helicopter. She should have left the meeting at three, where could she be? I tell myself she must be thus as I point towards the highway, stuck in the damned under-construction mix-master again. I cuss and I swear, I threaten God for her safety, and I even call her office where I knew she wouldn’t be.

As she left the restaurant with her group, they split up; my wife left with her ride. She went back to his house to pick up her car, and decided she’d stop in for another drink. As she came I sat at home, she came and came but never home. I tried to surprise her with a special candle lit dinner under the moonlight, and I sat at home while she came. Half past seven and she came strolling in the door, she regaled me with a horror story about her car dieing on the freeway during rush hour. I thank God for her safety and ask her if she feels like taking the surprise trip I crafted and purchased three months ago, but she’s too tired, from the traffic of course. So, she took a nap as I decided to clean the house. I put my own flowers in water, and sat down to ‘clean’ the T.V. with my eyes and the phone rang. Apparently she left her ring on his dresser and he had yet to hear that she was a misses instead of a miss, and he wanted to leave his thank you note with her male room mate.

As she came I sat like a moron, in love with my own wife. Imagine that, I spent thousands of dollars for our special event, and she spent her sexual energy elsewhere. I left her, took the house, the cars, and even her poodle whom I promptly turned over to a nice Asian man who decidedly liked dogs, yes in that way. I sold her car to a pimp, and then I sold the house to her most hated rival in the world, whom I also had sex with just to piss her off. I told all the men in her office she had syphilis, and all the women she was a lesbian. I called her parents and regaled them with a story of gang bangs, whores, and cocaine abuse.

As she came to me poor, drunk, coked up, and alone, begging for money or a place to stay I turned my head and walked away. Stupid bitch, I made her a queen and she made me the fool, but I got the last laugh... Yes! I got the last laugh! As I came to my senses I saw a man above me, I was on the floor, drunk. I realized none of that had happened at all, I found out about her other man and I tried to make the marriage work. She took me for my life savings; she got the house, the cars and the dog… I got screwed. She told all my friends I was gay, I was coked up and I beat her, they shunned me. I slowly drugged myself silly, drinking, and drugs; even whores now and again.

I shot myself in the head. Happy fucking anniversary, bitch.

Description
As She Came

I sat staring at a clock on the eve of our anniversary, I took the day off. It was five o’clock, I missed her. She was out on a business date, schmoozing with the big dogs; laughing her distinct fake laugh at their whims, and their sexual innuendo. I bought her her favorite perfume for our anniversary, and of course her favorite flower arrangement. Two white roses, waiting on the counter for her to love me more for their short lives. I arranged for an immaculate dinner to be waiting for us at the top of the same mountain and in the same spot where we first held hands as children, only 2 hours away by helicopter. She should have left the meeting at three, where could she be? I tell myself she must be thus as I point towards the highway, stuck in the damned under-construction mix-master again. I cuss and I swear, I threaten God for her safety, and I even call her office where I knew she wouldn’t be.

As she left the restaurant with her group, they split up; my wife left with her ride. She went back to his house to pick up her car, and decided she’d stop in for another drink. As she came I sat at home, she came and came but never home. I tried to surprise her with a special candle lit dinner under the moonlight, and I sat at home while she came. Half past seven and she came strolling in the door, she regaled me with a horror story about her car dieing on the freeway during rush hour. I thank God for her safety and ask her if she feels like taking the surprise trip I crafted and purchased three months ago, but she’s too tired, from the traffic of course. So, she took a nap as I decided to clean the house. I put my own flowers in water, and sat down to ‘clean’ the T.V. with my eyes and the phone rang. Apparently she left her ring on his dresser and he had yet to hear that she was a misses instead of a miss, and he wanted to leave his thank you note with her male room mate.

As she came I sat like a moron, in love with my own wife. Imagine that, I spent thousands of dollars for our special event, and she spent her sexual energy elsewhere. I left her, took the house, the cars, and even her poodle whom I promptly turned over to a nice Asian man who decidedly liked dogs, yes in that way. I sold her car to a pimp, and then I sold the house to her most hated rival in the world, whom I also had sex with just to piss her off. I told all the men in her office she had syphilis, and all the women she was a lesbian. I called her parents and regaled them with a story of gang bangs, whores, and cocaine abuse.

As she came to me poor, drunk, coked up, and alone, begging for money or a place to stay I turned my head and walked away. Stupid bitch, I made her a queen and she made me the fool, but I got the last laugh... Yes! I got the last laugh! As I came to my senses I saw a man above me, I was on the floor, drunk. I realized none of that had happened at all, I found out about her other man and I tried to make the marriage work. She took me for my life savings; she got the house, the cars and the dog… I got screwed. She told all my friends I was gay, I was coked up and I beat her, they shunned me. I slowly drugged myself silly, drinking, and drugs; even whores now and again.

I shot myself in the head. Happy fucking anniversary, bitch.