Married Mate

Chapter 1

Jasmine POV:

Waking up sucks but I guess you can say it's a little bit better when you wake up to the smell of pancakes. Wait, pancakes? Is it Monday already? Sheesh. As a photographer that works for herself, not having a set schedule can cause my days to mesh together. But anyways the smell of pancakes definitely reminds me that it's Monday since it's the only day off that my husband lance has. And he loves himself some muthafucking pancakes. Rolling my eyes, I slip out of bed and sigh in annoyance.

At one point in time I loved these mornings but now, I don't know how I feel about pancake Mondays. I lazily make my way to my master bathroom and look into the mirror while I undress for a shower. I hesitate for a second and look over my body in the reflection. I personally feel like I have an okay body. I'm not the type to think I'm the bomb. com but I still got it...maybe. Standing at 5'7 with long brown curly hair, brown eyes and pink lips I realize that my Hispanic background gave me the wide hips and big butt that every girl now seems to want to have and go to the lengths of getting surgery to achieve yet when I was younger I was just "fat" and had "too much junk in the trunk" or was "overly developed for a young girl". I sigh and giving one last look at myself before shaking off all the bad memories of all the years of bullying I survived, I jump in the shower.

I step out of the shower with steam leaving my body as I hit cool air in my bedroom, I turn to look at the clock "Shit!" Its 9:30 am already?!

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck", I quickly get dressed and hop downstairs while trying to put on my flats. I stumble into the kitchen and lance turns and gives me a big'ol goofy smile. "Good morning babe! Want some pancakes?" he asks as he flips a pancake using his fancy chef skillet and without a spatula. He looks back at me and wiggles his eyes brows "Still got it". We both laugh at his corniness. "Good morning babe, I cant today, I'm already late and this is a new client."

With a quick peck on his cheek, I run out the door and jump into my black 2012 Honda civic, it's a manual. My father is a mechanic so you can understand where my love for stick shift comes from. I call her Lilith and she is my baby.

I zone out while driving and think about lance, we've been married for 5 yrs. I met him in college and after only knowing him for 6 months I said yes to him asking me to marry him.

"huuuhhhh" I loudly breath out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. If only I knew then, what I knew now; I would've waited. He's not a bad guy but he isn't my soul mate. I know he is not the one I was meant to be with. I was only 19 at the time and was a wild child so taking things slowly was not in my vocabulary. Over time he has become cold and works so much that I only really see him on Mondays when he's in an overly creepy good mood and acts as if everything is okay between us. My mother is a really old fashioned Hispanic lady and even though I've expressed the changes in him to her, she reminds me of the fact that I should not get a divorce as "Jehovah does not approve of these things" .

Being raised with one religious parent and another one that doesn't give a fuck was difficult and very confusing. But I always end up listening to my mom and just shutting up and sucking it up.
Life isn't perfect right? People get tired of one another but still stay married right? It's not always butterflies and lovey dovey shit, it dies down. Well at least that's the excuses I give myself in order to be able to push through.

I snap out of my thoughts as I pull up to a huge skyscraper. Man that's crazy, did I even catch any red lights? I was so deep in thought I don't even know how the hell I made it here, but I made it. "Damn" I laugh at how crazy my zoning out was and while grabbing my things out the car I look up.