Loving Him

My Life Is Full Of Adventure

Chapter Three -

-Megan's Point of View-

Sophia called and said she'd come over so we could look at some of the paint swatches she decided on.

The thing about Sophia is that she goes a little bit overboard when she wants to redesign her house. Like who comes over just to look at paint swatches? Whatever floats her boat.

Right as I'm about to take a shower, my wonderful husband prances in! Ever heard about knocking? As in on doors before entering to indicate ones arrival for twos sake, privacy and dignity? Apparently not.

"You could knock."

"I could also care. But I don't." Jay gives me a look that says 'I'm bored but I have important news to shower your morning with'.

"What do you want?" I give him an almost identical glare, but of course mine is more ladylike and proper, just as a bored 'housewife' should always have on her face.

"Your mother called. She wants us to visit her this weekend." Oh god. No not my mother! That monster is just a monster!

Before I can respond with whatever incoherent words I have in store for my amazing life giver, he beats me to it.

"We're going." And he leaves the room, just like my humanity once I found out I'd be spending my almost not boring weekend.

So I do what every good little girl should, grab a wine glass, fill it with orange juice and run a bath and sit there.

You think I'd drink actual wine? No don't be ridiculous, it's the afternoon. Maybe this is why I don't have an actual social life. Because I don't drink actual alcohol.

I do, on occasion, but let's be honest, me plus alcohol? I don't think so. Any sort of intoxicating drink would never be as good as my coffee.

Great. Now I regret having orange juice instead of coffee. But coffee in the afternoon isn't as good as the morning, but still good.

This orange juice is good though, for my health anyway. I'm just glad I hadn't brushed my teeth yet. Toothpaste plus orange is like me plus alcohol. It's a complete no no.

I really need some friends. This is why I have Sophia. I should probably rinse off my perfectly imperfect body and get ready. Yeah, that's a wonderful idea. And guess what I do? Just that.

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"But I was thinking more of a lime," Sophia tells me as she shows me another shade of green that looks almost the exact same as the last.

"Sounds terrific!" I exclaim, why couldn't I have a normal Thursday day watching endless runs of Breaking Bad. That's what Sophia and I usually do but since her house is under maintenance and what not, she's gone all ape shit on me. You know, crazy.

"Well it shouldn't sound terrific! It should look terrific! Come on, you're an artist! Help me!" She grabs my shoulders and shakes them as if it would benefit her in some way. If someone's going to squeeze my shoulders and jiggle me, I will be creeped out.

But she's my best friend so I'll do the nice thing instead of call the police on her for sexual harassment.

"Well if you have the whole room as like green it would be took overwhelming, mix it with like pink on a couple walls or something."

I think those colours look amazing together. When the house was getting decorated, I wanted pink and green together but someone wanted plain crème brûlée colour.

He should get an award for the most exciting person ever! What pissed me off most is that he doesn't even sleep in the same room as me.

Douchebag.

"Okay, yeah I get you! Thank you!" She praises me and I dilly dally my way to the kitchen to make some coffee.

I know it's the afternoon but someone like Sophia can really worn you out. I think I deserve some loving. And I'm clearly not getting it from Jay, so I'll take an alternative and have babies with a coffee maker.

We could have like a hot chocolate machine or something along that line of thinking. I like the idea of latte macchiatos.

After pushing the thoughts of starting a family with machinery, I bring the two hot cups of coffee and give one to Sophia. She points the remote at the ridiculously flat television screen and I'm lost in a world of crystal meth.

Okay now that makes me sound like a druggie. But who are we kidding? Coffee would be a way more effective drug for me.

I'd be inhaling this stuff like it was oxygen.

Three hours, two coffee rounds, two different types of chips with colourful dips and endless whining about our so called relationships, Sophia leaves me with a goodbye kiss and a wave as she takes out her phone to call her boyfriend.

Mark and her are actually the cutest couple over met. But then again I'm not really part of this love society everyone seems to be caught up in. I've never been in love, at least I don't think I have.

Maybe it's like the feeling I get when I wake up knowing my machine of brewed goodness is waiting for me downstairs.

It's what gets me up before lunch.

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I decided I was going to cook myself a nice meal tonight, instead of ordering takeout. The one good thing about my mothers need to control everything is that she seemed to form me into an almost decent woman.

You don't see me going around during the day asking for money in exchange of my body. That's good enough for me.

And before you all think she took her time to teach me how to cook different types of dishes and the skills required for baking, no. She didn't.

The monster enrolled me into a professional cooking school when I was twelve instead of allowing me to complain like a normal hormonal teenager should.

Me being the outrageous 24 year old that I am, I make chicken enchiladas instead of something like 'braised balsamic chicken' or some French cuisine I will never be able to pronounce. I decorate the two plates to make it look like I at least made an effort.

Yes two, the recipe was for three but I put extra on Jay's plate. He gets hungry when he comes home because he hardly ever takes breaks at work.

I decide to wait up on him for a while, he texted me a while ago saying he'd be home for dinner so I might as well.

When I look at my watch, it's already 7:33, I usually eat at around 6:45 so I have enough time to digest my food and don't upset my stomach.

7:42, maybe I should just eat.

But he texted you for a reason.

7:46, I will eat.

But he obviously wants to eat with you if he said he'd be home for dinner!

7:57, I lost my appetite.

I cover the two plates and clear the dishwasher. It's okay, his job is important.

His job will always be more important than coming home to eat dinner with his wife.