"Your a liar! An asshole, a drunk, and a fucking moron!" she shouted at him.
"Yeah, well your not much better!" he slurred angrily. She scoffed.
"I think I am."
"Oh yeah, why?"
"Because I don't lie to my spouse about being done with some side whore!" she yelled with new vigor. Just saying those words felt like lemon juice and acid poured into a wound. She snatched her purse and dug around for a moment, finally finding what she wanted: two crumpled photographs from a disposable camera. His eyes widened in shock at the photo and his face paled (although it was still fairly red from his uh... not-sober-ness).
"W-wha- b-but-" he stuttered, his words coming out an incoherent mess as he miserably failed at trying to explain himself.
"Save it. I've already signed the divorce papers. We'll talk when you're..." she looked him up and down, and huffed. "...in a better frame of mind."
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A Tangled Mess! --Short Story and Drabble Collection
RandomThis is my first time writing here so... hi. Each short is under a category label. If you don't like angst, don't read under that label (and I do, like, hardcore angst sometimes). If you don't want any crack shit, don't read the Incorrect Quotes or...
