"You are insufferable!" Nathaniel said charging out of the bathroom.
"Jesus, what did I do now?" I snapped.
Living with Nathaniel Braxton Wade was proving to be the biggest challenge of my life. I was finally understanding the struggle of living with a male and their habit of leaving the toilet seat up. I thought it was merely a myth.
"Pick up your shit in there!"
I rolled my eyes. This wasn't the first time this debate had happened. "Well maybe if you managed to pick your shit up around the house I could try to clean up my make up," I replied.
"Oh it's not just make up. You have hair shit, a shit ton of lotion, and a shit ton of perfume!"
"Is shit your favorite word, Nathaniel?" I asked, smiling sweetly.
Nathan gave me a cold glare and stalked towards me. "You think this is funny?" he demanded, clenching his hands into fists at his sides.
"I find it very funny, oh husband of mine," I replied, narrowing my own eyes at him. "You didn't really think that you would have the same amount of space as you did when you lived alone, did you?"
"I knew that there would be less space, but I hadn't accounted for all the shit you would bring with you! Do you honestly need all of that crap?"
"Yes, yes I do need all of that 'crap'," I said, making air quotes around crap. "It's what makes me not look like a monster in the morning. Or would you rather look at my hideous face everyday while you're trying to eat your breakfast?"
"It wouldn't be much of a down grade," he mumbled.
"I'm sorry. I didn't quite catch what you said, would you repeat yourself?" I snapped angrily, my own hands forming fists at my side.
"Nothing," he bit out between clenched teeth.
There was nothing more that I wanted to do than knock him on the side of the head with some blunt object. I couldn't believe my mother had thought that he was a good choice for me. There was nothing compatible between us and that wasn't going to change. Nathaniel and I would never work and I didn't want to be stuck in some miserable relationship for the rest of my life. Once my parents got their our-daughter-is-finally-in-a-good-relationship fix out of their system, I was filing for a divorce. This whole thing was bullshit.
I huffed out an angry breath and walked away before I did something stupid, like kill my dumbass husband. I reached for my phone to call either Justin or April but neither of them answered when I called. I felt alone without anyone but Nate to talk to and I definitely wasn't going to cozy up to him. Why had I made this stupid decision?
*****
Nathan's neighborhood was one of those old neighborhoods that have been around for ages with the graffitied buildings and the ivy covered mansions. You could tell which side was rich and which side was poor. It seemed like there was a defined dividing line between the two sections, one side of the street covered with gang signs and the other side pristine and well cared for.
It didn't escape my knowledge that Nathan's apartment was on the rich side of the neighborhood. If he had money, which clearly he did if you looked at the amount his family had been willing to spend on the wedding, then why didn't he live in a neighborhood that had all good houses instead of only half? I didn't understand it, but it wasn't my place to question it. I may have been his wife, but I in no way got to tell him where he should or shouldn't live. He was paying my share of the rent after all.
My walk around the neighborhood had calmed me down considerably, but I still felt the anger swimming beneath the surface of my skin. Nathan got mad over the silliest things and I knew before long, one or both of us was going to blow up so badly that there would be no coming back from it.
