So hey, the name's Pheonix. Last name doesn't matter but what does matter is, my husband treats me like crap. I mean we don't do dates, we don't talk because he claims he's always busy, and the sex is whack. But if someone were to come along and sweep me off my feet then, I would be wrong to take them up on their offer. How backwards is that? Anyway, I was sitting on my balcony reading a book called sex slaves when my cellphone chimed. A text message from him. I rolled my eyes and read the message: "P, Ill be working late tonight. Dont wait up." I put the phone down and said, "Of course." I would be cooking tonight alone, again. Back to my reading. This book reminded me of something I was totally not getting, sex. I hated it so much my dildos were starting to wear off of me. I heard a knock at my door and groaned. I dreaded getting up from my comfy spot. I picked myself up slowly and stepped up some stairs leading up to the front door. I peeped through the peephole and shook my head. No. I am not opening it. Nobody but John's (my husband's) fake ass secretary. I knew all she wanted was to pick up something he had left at the house like he couldn't come do that himself. He gave that impression that he never wanted to see me. He would come home late when I'm fast asleep. Or when he thought I was alseep. I let her knock a few more minutes and pretty soon the knocking stopped. I walked back to the balcony and slid its door shut right before I grabbed my book to put on the countertop. I was gonna start my daily yoga. It soothed my soul and I desperately needed to get my inner peace together. I stretched for about 30 minutes and sweated as much as I could and then took a hot shower. Ugh I was tired. I decided to sit on the couch to eat my fruits and watch tv. Pretty soon I was on the internet on my laptop searching new dildos. John hadn't satisfied me in months I needed something new. I knew he didn't pay me any mind anyhow because the signs were there. Great. Ordered a new dildo. I sighed and shut the laptop. I just needed affection and love, that's all. I didn't ask for much. At least I didn't think I did. I watched tv for a while and thought,"I hate I didn't have to work today I would've been there bright and early. Being off made me think about things I tried to avoid, like my marriage for instance." I sighed in frustration and laid on the couch. Maybe I should make cooking my hobby. My cell rung. John. I answered quicky to him saying,"Let my secretary in she needs some stuff." I shook my head and replied,"You can come get it yourself. I actually had plans for us tonight for our special day. Same as we did on our last anniversary but better." Silence. He had hung up on me! I threw the phone on the couch and sighed,"Bastard was so rude to me now and I kept trying, but for what? To just be mistreated constantly and feel no love?" I bet he forgot our anniversary. I always think why he married me in the first place. I don't know what changed but what I do know is, it was going down the drain quickly and I had to fix it before we divorced. Well at least I felt like we would sooner or later. I would fix it before then. So I made it my business to cook dinner and put out our favorite bottle of wine. It was the same as we had on our honeymoon. I picked out new lingerie and waited patiently for him to arrive.
