Collecting these checks get better and better. They get bigger and bigger. I cash an outstanding amount then walk out of the bank. As I step in my gaudy car I hear my cell ringing. Is she really calling me again? I send the call to voicemail and start the engine.
I pull up to the tall hotel made of glass. It towers over all the surrounding buildings and glistens when the sun hits. The inside has a marble lobby, all black and gold. Three beautiful females are waiting for me in my room. I throw my wallet in the safe, set the code and jump in bed. I certainly value my money more than these whores. Right as things are about to get interesting my phone goes off AGAIN. Knowing who it is without even needing to look I let it ring. Ring ring ring.
Five days later I find myself at home. She’s at the kitchen table looking beautiful as always, but she looks weary. It appeared as if she had missed a decent amount of sleep the last few days. Hmmm, wonder why. I am not sure where the fight started, but I believe it was around the moment she started crying. “Shut the hell up,” I snarl. Her light green eyes turn three shades darker all of a sudden; she gets in my face and screams.
It was the first time I ever hit her, but undoubtedly not the last. More and more women equaled more and more fights. I am not a monster however, you see. I felt guilt, in fact, I felt horrible. The lies helped a little bit…not that she believed a damn word I said. The gifts helped a lot…not that she believed I did it because I wanted too. They were a way of me saying let me do what I want, and do not ask questions.
Things started falling apart even more when I was on the road. A woman a night, that’s what I like to hear. I was having a crazy time, and my wifey didn’t even call me off the hook! There I was thinking I could have my cake and eat it too; silly me. It wasn’t until I walked in the door and saw a note. I’m not sure when she left it there, and I guess it didn’t really matter. It read she was leaving me, moving on for good. My hands shook. I grabbed my cell and dialed her number. Straight to voicemail. “Have I really done this,” I thought frantically. She was the love of my life, and I messed it all up. It’s all gone now. She’s all gone now.
