over the centuries

3

My drive home from work is long and arduous, with many turns and merging lanes along the way.
"The highway is an evil place." I mutter to myself as i continue to make my way, passing back into the slow lane with my little elantra. Driving it is by far one of my least favorite things about the day.
One of the least, the other is my omnipresent superficial headache, that felt more like wearing an unpleasant baseball cap then actual pain.
Some part of my paranoia tried to blame my night time, now also daytime friend.
He was the cause of most of my anxiety and as time went on I found myself wondering if small inconveniences were also his doings.
That was crazy though, it was just a headache I told myself.

One of my favorite things was coming home to my husband sitting out on the back porch with a beer in hand. God's I hope it's one of those days.

As I pull up to the driveway I immediately notice one of the porch chairs missing. He'll yes it was going to be exactly one of those days.

I swing the door open and practically bound over to the other chair and picking it up, forgetting my work bags entirely.

"Welcome home!" I hear Aaron call out from behind the house. "I'm in the back!"

I smile to myself feeling as though I somehow conjured up this exact scenario by thinking about it on the drive home. 'Lucky'.

"I'm coming out to you now!" I call with a stupid smile plastered on my face.

My husband was sitting out on a chair in the middle of our deck with only a pair of plain black shorts, cooler filled to the top at his side and the sprinkler shooting out water in the middle of the deck.

"You look rather comfortable." I muse.

"It's easy when your tipsy. Now get that fine behind back over here." He replies with an equaly stupid smile plastered on his face. 

I take my seat happily as I let the music wash over my tense limbs from a hard days work. Beer in hand and scrubs bottoms pulled up I leisurely put my legs in the sprinkler flow.

"So don't get mad, but I did something. Something you may not like." Aaron begins

My head swivels to his direction, a look of annoyance already plastered on my face. Ow here we go again I mentally chastise him.

"And what is it you did, dear?" I reply.

"You don't have to look at me like that Cass. I think you'll like this something. I know how much you've been eyeing that yellow boat at the docks. And we'll it's price recently went down so i...." He goes on.

I cut him off my annoyance growing "You continued to eye it like I do, because we don't have the money for it. No where near the money for it." I reply.

"Welll...." He trails off "Come on Cass you'll love it. When's the last time we owned a boat?" Aaron replied

"When we had money Aaron. Were already so far in debt I can't see over it. Not to mention most of that is from your bad investments." The word your coming out colder then I intended.

"Now that one's not fair cassie you agreed on those investments as well." Aaron replies.

"Only because you hounded me on them! You wouldn't let me have a single day without trying to convince me we needed to invest in this or that." My voice raises as I continue to argue my point.

"Cassie you'll love this boat. It'll be a good time. Relax." He reaches over to pat my knee with a wet hand.

Exhaustion washes over me as it had been lately with Aaron. Arguing with him, especially about money has been a losing battle lately and I could feel my resolve in this one waning as well. Aaron could just be a lot to handle sometimes and my energy was low.

"Whatever aaron." And I take another chug of my beer.