With tears streaming down my face, I returned home. I knew what the remainder of the night was going to consist of:
"Stan, honey I didn't mean it. You know what I'm like, I wouldn't do something like that". Then I'll have two options. The first one would be to forgive her and carry on like nothing had ever happened, or the second which is to wait. Wait until she finally has to seduces me until I give in.
Like I always do.
Either option I choose, Wendy will win. Its extremely rare that she doesn't get what she wants. I know this is going to sound stupid but, I don't care. Just as long as she's happy. I hear a load thumping noise on my bedroom door. I can hear my mother's voice on the other side.
"Stan could you please answer the front door its Wendy and she said she's not going to leave until you sort something out but hurry up your dad has to work early tomorrow"
I drag myself to the door and open it slowly, I look side to side and peer to see if there anyone watching. Its clear. I make my way to the front door and see Wendy standing there. Her make-up has ran down her face as though she's been crying, but I know better. Its probably smudged by all the sweat she produced a few minutes ago with that guy I've never seen in my entire life. I don't understand why she does these things to me.
"St-sta st- Stan listen I really need to speak to you"
"Shouldn't it be the other way around" I reply
"Look I know there is no valid or acceptable excuse for what I did but, you see, the thing is, that you know how-"
"Look, stop a second" I cut her off. " I know there is no excuse for what you was doing back there with some random guy but you know what?"
"What?" She answers.
"Im still going to forgive you" ,
"Really you are!?" She asks slightly confused at the words that just popped out of my mouth, but then again so am I. "But why Stanley, I mean I k-"
"Its because I love you and I know that it was an honest mistake and it will never happen again" Believe it or not I said this without sarcasm.
She looks uneasy but I wrap my arms around her waist and gently squeeze her. I suggested that we should go for a walk, sort things out, rebuild our relationship. By the time I get back I glance at my watch. It reads: 22:07. Wendy hasn't missed the repeats of her favourite soap opera's . Good. Like I said, she always gets what she wants.