Author’s Note: This is a very old story that I wrote, and honestly I was pretty much a virgin at the time. But I just want to get some content out there to share. So I hope you enjoy.
“Damn it.” She moaned to herself, more in self pity than anything else. Her one bottle of vodka was now empty. “You were just full.” She said, and she knew her words were probably slurring a bit. “Well, now what do I do?” She asked the empty kitchen. She knew she shouldn’t have started drinking, but especially not drinking alone. She would have been with her friends if she hadn’t agreed to move half way across the country for her stupid husband’s job.
“Fuck it, Robert.” She said trying to drink from the empty bottle. She loved her husband, of course she did, but lately she wondered just how much longer she could keep living with him. The guy was hardly a man sometimes. He would never get mad at anyone or anything. No matter how much something or someone deserved his anger.