Dangerous Curves 77 (Patreon)

“Where do you think you’re going?” Brian Asked as I walked slowly down the stairs.

“What do you care?” I asked as I brushed my long hair out of my face.

“I care because you’re my wife and I’m worried about you.”

“Bullshit Brian you couldn’t give a shit about me.”

“That’s not true.” He said, almost making me believe him, but not quite.

“You’ve been an asshole since you got home.”

“Well what am I supposed to think when I find my wife drunk on the couch in the early evening surrounded by junk food when she’s supposed to be on a diet?” Yep same old fucking Brian.

“I'm not drunk you ass.”

“There was an empty bottle of wine right next to you!” He yelled. “You’ve been chain smoking like a fucking chimney, you’re always liquored up and your eating has been getting out of control, what the hell happened you?”

“I’m outta here.” I said not wanting hear another word or look at his stupid face for the rest of the night. I walked towards the garage with my purse in hand.

“You’re not driving.” He said as he put his arm on me.

“Yes I am.” I said as I shrugged him off.

“Where are you going to go, your jeans aren’t even buttoned?”

“Fuck you I’m going out.”

“Where?”

“Just out ok.” I said as I slammed the door to the garage in his face. He wouldn't try to stop me, he didn’t give a fuck.

I hopped in my X3 and drove straight to KFC and drowned my anger in extra crispy chicken strips, mashed potatoes and biscuits. I had eaten so much that day but the KFC went down like nothing. I knew I probably shouldn’t have been driving but I needed to eat and I needed to get away from Brian.

-Dangerous Curves