Page 32 (1/2)

An Erotic Tale

Rejected again

I was lying nu rooht froht I had told my fiancée earlier that day and prettysex with him and he had smiled every time I mentioned it

We even went to bed earlier than nor coht When I reached for hirabbedroom to sleep on the couch

This was beco on the couch, but hi my advances He always complained that ere on “my schedule” I told him repeatedly that if that were the case, I would have worn hiot the lower his sex drive got and the higher mine went

And now it here it was 3:30 in thetowith me

I listed everything again in my mind that I would ask whenever he rejected h? Was there soain? Did he not love me anymore? Did he always have to be drunk to have sex with me?

I reed on black wedding rings I thought they were cool at the time and so did he, but they seeing over our engagement

I had never been through so many heartaches in such a short period of time at the hands of one person I also had never truly loved, yet hated someone as much as I did with him

It always reminded me of this joke that my mother and I shared; that ere born to suffer Unfortunately I don’t think it was much of a joke anymore

I sighed as I heard hi sowhat I was doing right now I always found that a overa text e to my mother, like I was the one that had partially destroyed our engagement in a matter of three months

I got off of the couch and turned on the coffee pot aloing to be able to go back to sleep anyway I had this terrible curse, so to speak, that whenever I ake no matter what time it may be, I ake for the rest of the day

As the coffee quietly brewed on the kitchen counter, I tip toed into the bathrooht I looked at myself in the mirror and rolledon the uncomfortable couch, was because for some reason I always turned into a sweatyht off I walked over to the nightstand and reached around blindly forroom

I leaned back against the couch and thought ofI was always happy I always had money in my bank account These days an honest smile was a rare occasion on my behalf Happiness seemed like a forced emotion that I would only read about in fairy tales Money was a critical and touchy situation I orking two jobs these days to make ends meet I had done that before but only because I was desperate for work and once I had found a full time job, I had quit the part time one Now I did it for survival

As I sat on the couch, I kind of s of all the tiIf only he kneas truly the saive up on a o

No one really knew it, but I bla I had endured with hiiven him the “opportunity” to ruin us, then I doubt he would’ve done it Everyone, hismyself because “that’s just the way he is”

I lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply That was another probleeotten out of control I didn’t enjoy the habit anyainst the clock with each cigarette now Not to survive it, but to cut it short That’s how direalive any hour hoe to just drive ht of my sisters, my mother, my father, and my nieces and nephews They were the only ones that would stop me every time