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As She Came V.2

I had known her since I can remember; we were always hanging out together, sleepovers constantly. I remember the time I broke her favorite Barbie and she cried until I apologized, and then later on she broke my favorite… Hand, “accidentally,” of course. I do truly believe she loved me, for a long time she wouldn’t want to sleep unless I called her first to tell her I loved her. I remember those awkward years we had when we were teens, when I noticed her in a new way. I remember she used to always wear pink, pink shirts, pink jeans… until she realized the mistake. We used to make out in my dad’s old Chevy, I’d drive up with her for an hour or so to this beautiful mountain resort, she loved the view, I loved the view I got of her. I could never afford a room at the resort but we used to sit in the Chevy and enjoy the stars, curly fries, and each other. She was a petite girl, and woman, she was the daughter of a rich aristocrat, spoiled as it were. I liked her spoiled attitude, I thought it gave her character.

After high school we got married and I went to college to become the man I am today, an accountant. She became an attorney, one of the best attorneys of her time. She was always going to dinner parties and schmoozing with the neighbors, hoping to inflate her clientele through socialitism(being as fake as possible, all of the time), and it worked. She was a kitten for the longest time, and she some how evolved into a lion. I enjoyed this side of her, the demanding side; it was a major turn on. Until it became a turn off, our sex life dwindled about the time she stopped being the sweet innocent girl I knew and loved. I didn’t notice it, consciously, but subconsciously I was lonely and I completely missed my baby, the old one. I wanted to try and spice things up a bit, and I knew just how to; a trip up to where we used to watch the stars as teenagers, she would be thrilled! I planned it months ahead of time, I felt like a sophomore again just getting my license to drive.

I sat staring at a clock on the eve of my anniversary. I took the day off of work for the day before my favorite day of the year so I could let my baby know how much I loved her. It was five o’clock, I missed her enough to pull out and watch our old wedding videos, and that’s something I also did on our anniversaries, yearly. She was out on a business date, schmoozing with the big dogs. I bought her her favorite, rather expensive, perfume for our anniversary, and of course her favorite flower arrangement. Two thousand pairs of white roses, waiting on the counter, bed room, and living room 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. It was only two hours away, by helicopter. Of course no expense was too much for my baby. She should have left the meeting at three, where was she? I told myself she must have been stuck in the damned mix-master again. I cursed and I swore, I threatened God for her safety, and I even called 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. Her year-before anniversary present, a BMW, it was only sixty grand, a drop in the bucket for my baby. She decided she’d stop in for another drink at her ride’s house. As she came I sat at home, she came and came, yet not home with me where she should’ve been coming! I tried to surprise her with a special candle lit dinner under the moonlight, but I sat at home while she came with another man. 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 thanked God for her safety and asked her if she felt like taking the surprise trip I crafted and purchased three months ahead of time, but she was too tired, from the traffic of course. She wondered why I had wasted my money on her two thousand pairs of finely dressed flowers, and told me to take them back, and yelled at me for the dinner plans, she’d of rather had that new mink coat she was eyeing at the mall. She took a nap as I decided to clean the house a bit. I moved the flowers to the garage thinking I’d have them picked up the next day and the phone rang. Evidently she left her ring on his dresser.

As she came I sat like a moron, in love with my own wife. Imagine that, I spent tens of thousands of dollars on her, and she spent her sexual energy, elsewhere. I loved her, she was my life, and then she was just gone. I didn’t want to live any longer. She left me, I couldn’t breath, and I never saw it coming! We were together since we were children, I was there when she got her first bra, hell I broke the damn thing while I was trying to take it off of her.

I divorced her. I hired a first rate lawyer, the only one better than her in the tri-state area. I took the house, the cars, and even her poodle it was time to get even with her! I thought for a few months on the best way to do so. I could have called her parents and regaled them with a story of gang bangs, whores, and cocaine abuse. I liked that idea, nothing like ruining her relationship with her rich whitewashed father. I decided to make the call, and send the dog to a pound where she could never find it. I met a crack dealer through a friend and gave him her car. In return for the car he “took care of” the ass she had sex with, I gave the crack dealer his work address and he was in the paper soon enough. I sent flowers to his grave, dead white roses. I also happened to send a corpse molesting freak that my good friend the crack dealer tipped me off to. One other thing he did for me was he gave me a needle. One used needle, for my baby. I had a homeless guy break into her apartment on her birthday, to take her money and stick her with the decidedly HIV positive needle. As she came to me poor, drunk, coked up, dieing, 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, I beat her, and they shunned me without a word! I lost my job, my career was in shambles, and I couldn’t get a loan to start my own business to save my life. I slowly drugged myself silly, drinking, and drugs; even whores now and again, until I ran out of what little money I had. One last hundred dollar bill, spent in anguish, drinking my life away. I gave her my soul, I loved her more than myself, and I don’t know what I did to deserve this!

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

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As She Came V.2

I had known her since I can remember; we were always hanging out together, sleepovers constantly. I remember the time I broke her favorite Barbie and she cried until I apologized, and then later on she broke my favorite… Hand, “accidentally,” of course. I do truly believe she loved me, for a long time she wouldn’t want to sleep unless I called her first to tell her I loved her. I remember those awkward years we had when we were teens, when I noticed her in a new way. I remember she used to always wear pink, pink shirts, pink jeans… until she realized the mistake. We used to make out in my dad’s old Chevy, I’d drive up with her for an hour or so to this beautiful mountain resort, she loved the view, I loved the view I got of her. I could never afford a room at the resort but we used to sit in the Chevy and enjoy the stars, curly fries, and each other. She was a petite girl, and woman, she was the daughter of a rich aristocrat, spoiled as it were. I liked her spoiled attitude, I thought it gave her character.

After high school we got married and I went to college to become the man I am today, an accountant. She became an attorney, one of the best attorneys of her time. She was always going to dinner parties and schmoozing with the neighbors, hoping to inflate her clientele through socialitism(being as fake as possible, all of the time), and it worked. She was a kitten for the longest time, and she some how evolved into a lion. I enjoyed this side of her, the demanding side; it was a major turn on. Until it became a turn off, our sex life dwindled about the time she stopped being the sweet innocent girl I knew and loved. I didn’t notice it, consciously, but subconsciously I was lonely and I completely missed my baby, the old one. I wanted to try and spice things up a bit, and I knew just how to; a trip up to where we used to watch the stars as teenagers, she would be thrilled! I planned it months ahead of time, I felt like a sophomore again just getting my license to drive.

I sat staring at a clock on the eve of my anniversary. I took the day off of work for the day before my favorite day of the year so I could let my baby know how much I loved her. It was five o’clock, I missed her enough to pull out and watch our old wedding videos, and that’s something I also did on our anniversaries, yearly. She was out on a business date, schmoozing with the big dogs. I bought her her favorite, rather expensive, perfume for our anniversary, and of course her favorite flower arrangement. Two thousand pairs of white roses, waiting on the counter, bed room, and living room 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. It was only two hours away, by helicopter. Of course no expense was too much for my baby. She should have left the meeting at three, where was she? I told myself she must have been stuck in the damned mix-master again. I cursed and I swore, I threatened God for her safety, and I even called 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. Her year-before anniversary present, a BMW, it was only sixty grand, a drop in the bucket for my baby. She decided she’d stop in for another drink at her ride’s house. As she came I sat at home, she came and came, yet not home with me where she should’ve been coming! I tried to surprise her with a special candle lit dinner under the moonlight, but I sat at home while she came with another man. 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 thanked God for her safety and asked her if she felt like taking the surprise trip I crafted and purchased three months ahead of time, but she was too tired, from the traffic of course. She wondered why I had wasted my money on her two thousand pairs of finely dressed flowers, and told me to take them back, and yelled at me for the dinner plans, she’d of rather had that new mink coat she was eyeing at the mall. She took a nap as I decided to clean the house a bit. I moved the flowers to the garage thinking I’d have them picked up the next day and the phone rang. Evidently she left her ring on his dresser.

As she came I sat like a moron, in love with my own wife. Imagine that, I spent tens of thousands of dollars on her, and she spent her sexual energy, elsewhere. I loved her, she was my life, and then she was just gone. I didn’t want to live any longer. She left me, I couldn’t breath, and I never saw it coming! We were together since we were children, I was there when she got her first bra, hell I broke the damn thing while I was trying to take it off of her.

I divorced her. I hired a first rate lawyer, the only one better than her in the tri-state area. I took the house, the cars, and even her poodle it was time to get even with her! I thought for a few months on the best way to do so. I could have called her parents and regaled them with a story of gang bangs, whores, and cocaine abuse. I liked that idea, nothing like ruining her relationship with her rich whitewashed father. I decided to make the call, and send the dog to a pound where she could never find it. I met a crack dealer through a friend and gave him her car. In return for the car he “took care of” the ass she had sex with, I gave the crack dealer his work address and he was in the paper soon enough. I sent flowers to his grave, dead white roses. I also happened to send a corpse molesting freak that my good friend the crack dealer tipped me off to. One other thing he did for me was he gave me a needle. One used needle, for my baby. I had a homeless guy break into her apartment on her birthday, to take her money and stick her with the decidedly HIV positive needle. As she came to me poor, drunk, coked up, dieing, 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, I beat her, and they shunned me without a word! I lost my job, my career was in shambles, and I couldn’t get a loan to start my own business to save my life. I slowly drugged myself silly, drinking, and drugs; even whores now and again, until I ran out of what little money I had. One last hundred dollar bill, spent in anguish, drinking my life away. I gave her my soul, I loved her more than myself, and I don’t know what I did to deserve this!

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