" Madge ! , Can't you see things from my point of view for once ? I'm exhausted , i've been working all day; I don't want to go out clubbing tonight ! " I shout , as she continues to rave.

" What about me ? I'm bored as hell in this house ! I want to go out ! She snarls , tossing her hair back , and placing both hands on her hips.

" Babe ! For fuck sake ! I'm knackered . I really don't feel up to it in my current predicament . "

" Well , i'm going out anyway " She grabs her purse , and storms towards the door , her high heels hitting the floorboards so loud , the noise bounces off all four walls .

" Fine ! I don't give a fuck any more " I snap , throwing my arms up in defeat . The door slams so loud I flinch . She's like a pathetic teenager who can't get her own way . Or an uncontrollable toddler who doesn't want " Nap time " . Slumping forward , I place my hands over my face , and rub my eyes. Mostly out of frustration , but to also wipe away unnecessary tears . Looking at our wedding photo , I wonder how we got here ? We looked so joyful and content . Now ? Now we're just like two room-mates . To room-mates that hate each other . It got like this straight after we found out she couldn't conceive children . Night after night , I comforted her as she cried rivers. I promised her we'd be alright . We didn't need children to be happy with each other . However , she took her anger out on me . Not physical violence . Just arguing. I seemed to be the brunt of the blame most of all .Most times I took it with a pinch of salt , but not any more . I'm not a doormat she can just trample over. As the days pass , I know in my heart we can't keep doing this . However , the idea of divorce makes me feel physically sick . It's something I was determined would never happen . But , this is making us miserable . Anger suddenly ignites in me, and I storm over to where our wedding picture stands , pick it up and hurl it as hard as I can at the wall . Instantaneously , it shatters into thousands of pieces. Guilt washes over me , but I try to push it away. No ! I've done everything to save this marriage – I need feel no guilt. Should I clean it up ? I push that idea away. I want her to see this . To see what she is driving me to. It may sound selfish , but none of this is my fault in the slightest. I was never the spark in the argument. Everytime , I would back down and let her have her way. The way she'd grin triumphantly when she won an argument sickened me , but I still didn't say anything. I can feel the anger building in the pit of my stomach so , I grab my keys and phone and storm angrily out of the house. Normally , i'd leave a note explaining why my absence was sudden , but fuck it – and her . I swear quietly when I get outside. She's taken the car . Mine is still at the shop in town getting the tires replaced. I was going to head over to my friend finnick's house for some bro time , but i'm not making the 20 minute walk in the freezing cold night . The only place in walking distance I can think of , to blow off steam , is The Hob. A small bar about 5 minutes from here. Grimly , I set off walking . My heart is in my throat as I walk. 3 months ago , we'd be curled up on the sofa , watching movies , and discussing our future together. Now , we're on other sides of town in a heated debate – as per usual. The night air is brutal , and I pull my coat up further to keep my ears from contracting pneumonia. I pause slightly as I stand outside the bar. It looks kinda seedy. " Don't be a snob " I say to myself as I push the door open. The bar is buzzing with a warm atmosphere. It immediately drains some anger out of me. It feels warm and welcoming here , unlike it does at hom- my house , as a matter of fact.

No-one pays me attention thankfully. The last thing I want is to draw attention to myself. All of the tables seem to be full with couples and families. I turn my back to the couples. The last thing I need to see in my mood , Is couples sharing saliva. I head towards the bar , and perch on one of the bar stools. Nobody else is sitting on the other unoccupied bar stools , another thing i'm grateful for. A seemingly bored waitress has her back turned to me. She's a brunette , and her hair is plaited in a beautiful eccentric braid. It's a change from seeing Madge's fake , blonde , extension – full mop.

I want a drink , but it seems rude to bang on the bar , so I cough discreetly . The waitress turns , and I gulp. Woah. What a stunner. A naturally beautiful girl too. I can't see any traces of make-up. Her olive skin glows in the bright lights of the bar. A few wisps of hair that have escaped , stick to her forehead . But , it's here eyes. I've never seen any so unique. A Dark grey , with flicks of blue. She smiles , and comes over.

" Hi ! What can I get for you ? " She says in a surprisingly cheerful manner. Can this be a fun job?

" Um. A beer please " I say . Truth be told , I wanted something stronger , but I don't want this girl to think i'm a raging alcoholic.

" Sure " She goes over , and pulls me a pint . She does it so expertly too , not spilling anything.

"Here you go . Do you wan't to pay now , or put it on a tab ? "

I think for a moment . First smartly , but fuck it " Tab please " . She smiles and nods.

Her top 2 buttons are open . Accident or purposely, I wonder ? I try not to stare at her boobs as she cleans the bar down , 2 inches from my face .

" Drowning your sorrows are we ? " She says suddenly , stopping and looking at me.

" Yep " I say popping the "p" .

She laughs , and pours herself a vodka. " Me too " She says , chugging back the shot. I raise an eyebrow. And she catches on.

" Broke up with my boyfriend this morning " She says casually . Too casually .

" Oh. I'm sorry "

" Don't be. He was an asshole. So What's your problem ? " I wonder if I should tell her . It only seems fair I guess.

" Problems with my wife . We're basically on the verge of divorce " . She puts an hand over her mouth.

" Christ. I'm sorry. That must be terrible for you. "

I shrug slightly " If it does happen – it will be for the best . Trust me "

" Why ? Do you think it will happen ? "

I nod slowly " Yep. In a matter of weeks if it's up to me. We can't keep going on like this "

" Good for you . A bad marriage is one of the worst things ever "

" I know. I live it everyday "

She smiles , and I smile back. A true , genuine smile.

We stand and talk for over an hour. I learn her name – Katniss. She has actually made my night.

" Thanks " I say out of the blue .

"For ? " she asks , arching a perfect eyebrow

" For making my night less shit " We both laugh . That's when my phone starts ringing.

YES ! ANOTHER ADVENTURE . :D :D :D

Enjoy little beauts 3