Oh, you again, sweetheart? Yeah, he’s here, where else would he be this time of day? You know what he likes, and that is me. Fuck me? Yeah, he does that sometimes, so what? Are you really so innocent, or is that an act you put up?
Look, chica, that’s how life gets sometimes. Things change, and we change with them.
And so what if he likes to come here? So what if he’s married to you? It’s not like you made much of an effort to keep him.
Yeah, we really are living here now, your husband and I. Yes, a rusting old shipwreck that they pulled ashore, and now nobody knows who even owns it. Tell you who owns it, it’s that slag who fucks your husband. Honestly, probably not, but this is as much mine as anyone’s now. Try getting me evicted, see if anyone cares.
So tell me, what do you hate more? That your husband is in the process of leaving you, or that he’s here with me? Would it be better if he found a chick who’s more your style? Younger than you, more beautiful? Would you like it if she dressed up nice, wore a suit to work? Because he could have that, too, you know? You think I’m washed up? Look in a mirror sometimes, you’ve run the mile.