Fuck Boy Chronicles

Jane is my name just plain old Jane nothing fun or interesting going on with me I'm just Jane married Jane. Or am I? How did I know I would be getting myself into all this drama over a man who only cares about himself. I'm not talking about my husband........

CHAPTER 1

Staring out the window of my two bedroom apartment that I share with my husband Steven. We been married for five years now and it seems for some us it's been more down than up. I dunno what it is but I have just been feeling so.....bored lately. Steven and I haven't had sex in a year. To each other that is. I know what his been doing but I just feel too blah to even be bothered about his cheating. He thinks I'm stupid and don't know what his been doing but I know everything. I stay in my lane and he stays in his. We talk occasionally but for the most part we live separate lives. We don't have any kids. Steven never wanted kids so I just accepted it. I accepted alot of things over this five years. That's the reason things turned out the way it did. I'm beginning to realize Steven and I don't belong together. There is no spark anymore, there's no light at the end of this tunnel but somehow we just stay together.

I own my own clothing store in the city so we opted to live in the city too. So Steven and I could be close to our jobs and it's been great. We not made for suburban life anyway. I'm not domesticated like that. My store is called Plain Jane. I know it's corny but there's nothing plain about my clothing line. That's basically the only colorful thing I have in my life.

"Okay, I'm off"

Startled by Steven so rudely interrupting my thoughts I turn to look at him.

"Have a good day honey"

I tell him with one of my fake smiles that I have now mastered so well over the past two years. Yes it hasn't always been like this. We had some good times and some great times but ultimately after all was said and done we just, drifted apart. It was like there is no more compatible interests anymore.

I don't go out with friends or colleagues. I'm what they call now a "homebody". Steven is never home. He always has to "work late" and we all know what that means. Since I found out his cheating on me so horribly all the time I stopped having sex with him. He doesn't seem to notice because his too busy screwing half the woman at his office. We talk occasionally nothing relating to our emotional status in our marriage just like responsibility stuff. Is the house, car and everything else paid. Things like that. When I'm not at the shop I'm at home watching movies or reading. Sometimes I'll have lunch with some of the people I work with. Lizzy is like my closest friend aswell as my personal assistant. She's been working for me for 7 years. She's loyal to the core. I trust her with my life. We don't hang out much after work hours because she has a husband and 3 kids but for the most part we talk on the phone when we not together.

Lately I have just been feeling very frustrated at myself. I'm craving some excitement. I'm not getting any younger over here. I want to do something that is just gonna have my adrenaline pumping over time. A real thrill. I was never such a thrill seeker mind you. I just feel like my life is boring and I need to do something about it.

Friday Evening just after 8pm I'm laying in bed watching some Spanish soap opera. I don't really have a clue what it's about because I haven't been taking any notice. All I have been doing is laying here thinking that Steven is out spoiling and fucking some woman while I'm at home looking like a mom of 5. My hair is all frizzy and messed up. I'm wearing a sweatshirt and shorts with long fluffy socks. I have bags under my eyes probably from watching too much t.v because I get a lot of sleep. I look horrible. Maybe that's the reason Steven started cheating on me. I mean who wants to come home to this. I switch off the t.v to try and fall asleep. I don't bother to wait up for Steven because if his not home after 8 his not coming home. He will be home in the morning complaining about how tired he is of pulling a "all nighter" at the office while he rushes to get himself in a shower before he comes close to me. I do his laundry I can smell the woman's perfume on his clothes. I'm tossing and turning trying to fall asleep but I'm uneasy.