Author's notes: This is my first fanfic so please tell me what you think, but be nice.
Warning: This story implies nudity.
Disclaimer: I do not own the simpsons and i am not making money off this.
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*Mrs. Smithers POV*
He's been acting weird lately. I can't shake the feeling he's hiding something. I think to my self as I rummage threw Waylon's sock drawer. There has to be some reason he's always wanting to be with … Aha! Why's he hiding a dream book from me. I read a few pages near the beginning.
"… just me and my wife on the island…" "She fly threw the window…" "She's wearing the christmas present I…"
So that's why he hid this it's one of those dream books. Wanting a better veiw of my husband's thoughts I skim the pages touch by some, disgusted by other till a sentence catches my eye.
"Monty comes out of the birth day cake with nothing more than a happy birthday banner hanging off his shoulder."
Did I read that write? "Monty… his" I did… well maby that just happened once. I mean I have thought o girls once or twice maby that's all it is a stay thought.
I keep reading. It wasn't a stay thought. The book slowly replaces me with Burns till there is none of me just Burns, Burns, Burns. God I hate that man. I wish he was never born. I finaly get to the last entry and it was dated for this morning. What am I going to do? Should I confront Waylon? Or should I tell Burns he'll fire him and I can have Waylon all to my self? What if some of these aren't dreams but experiences, some of the ones about me are experiences. This is it I can't live with someone who doesn't love me.
I hear the frount door open and I quickly put the book back where I found it. "Darling I'm home." I hear Waylon call me.
I ran in to the living room and without blinking I stated in a flat voice "I want a divorce."