One would think that after three years of not seeing my best friend that I would be jazzed to see her. However the circumstances that led to this meeting are not that great. I had been debating over that past few months of whether or not I should fly out to so see my best friend, Alice.

"Get your ass in here woman!" My husband Jacob yelled from the kitchen.

Ugh! I have to put with his drunken ass again I thought as I was dragged out of my thinking to deal with him.

"What do you want now, Jacob?" I asked, with my arms crossed over my chest and giving him an annoyed look.

"I'm hungry and you're being a bitch. You just keep staring out the damn window like a fucking catatonic person."

My mouth fell open in honest surprise. I honestly had no idea he could use medical terms while drunk. I didn't even know that he knew what "catatonic" meant let alone be able to use it in sentence. So being the good wife I am I just stare at him blankly as if he just stated the obvious.

"Hello Bella I'm talking and you're doing that shit again. I swear you do this shit just to piss me off. I know you were friends with that stupid motherfucker, but damnit you are my wife and you will not even think about cheating on me. Do you understand me, Isabella?"

Of course when he mentioned my friend my thoughts went to him. Mike Newton. He was a guy I had meant at the gym. His wife, Jessica, and I would go to the spa together after all three of us worked out. In that moment I don't know what happened but I decided I wasn't going to take it anymore. I let him have a piece of my mind.

"Jake you stupid drunk, Mike is married and I hang out with both of them. If you would pay attention you would know that. But no you don't pay attention. You're too busy ignoring everything about me and the things I do to keep you happy. I make sure that you have to do nothing when you come home other than shower your dirty stinky ass. I clean your house, cook for you, do your laundry, and make sure that your bills for both you and your garage are taken care off. I purposely do not buy things for me so that you have more money to buy alcohol. I'm sick of your shit. I need somebody to pay attention to me sometimes too you know." I stopped to take a breath and he interrupted me.

"You're supposed to do that you're my WIFE! The wife makes sure the house is in perfect working order, and you serve me whatever I want. You are so selfish. All you think about is yourself. You think that your so perfect, but your not you're a stupid selfish bitch. That's why you take care of the money for the garage so you can teach yourself simple math."

Simple math? All this was over simple math? I'm the one that has a college degree. Once again my mouth got the better of me

"Are you fucking serious? Math. You didn't even go to college and you dropped out of high school. First you insult my integrity by assuming I cheat on you then you insult my intelligence. You asked me to handle the money of that god forbidden garage. You asked me because your dumbass employee friends are don't know shit. They are just like you always drunk or high. Pathetic losers. All five of you act like your hot shit, but your nothing. You wouldn't even know it if I fixed the books and stole from you."

His jaw dropped and with that I was gone.

*~*

Almost completely heart broken I left. I drove to the real friends I had in this city. Mike and Jessica's. I left in such a hurry that all I could grab was my purse and my keys. I only grabbed that because it was right by the door. I didn't even have shoes on. It was about one o'clock in the afternoon when I left my house and my husband. The middle of the freaking day and he was drunk off his ass.

As I drove to Mike and Jessica's I thought about the day I first met the Newtons. I met Mike first at the gym. I started working out to, of course, make my husband happy. I wasn't fat, but I wasn't fit. He wanted me to look at though I were eighteen again. Tone firm and perfect. I thought I looked okay, but over the years he thought I looked decreasingly worse. I'm 25 years old and have never been overweight or pathetically weak. I wasn't as strong as my husband, but I didn't embarrass him when it came to moving and picking things up in front of his friends.

Jacob thought that I could be improved upon, and he was right. I look amazing now and he hates it. Now that I've got a more than decent body and high self esteem and confidence guys everywhere notice. At first I thought that Jake would be proud to show me off, but he got too jealous and would never let me out of the house. I could only go to the gym and the grocery store unless Jake was with me.

Mike noticed and we talked for about month before I met his wife. We never did anything more than talk as friends. I may not love my husband as I should, but I was scared to death to cheat on him. When Mike finally decided to introduce me to his wife I couldn't understand why he waited so long. She was good-looking girl. She didn't look like she belonged on the cover of a magazine, but she wasn't. She looked like the pretty girl next door. Only after I met her I realized she was so insecure that it was aggravating. She didn't like me at first. She thought I was sleeping with Mike. Turns out Mike had been bugging her about meeting me and she never would agree. After about a month she realized I wanted nothing more than friendship and in return her confidence grew and her insecurities diminished. She began coming to the gym with us and we became really good friends.

In a way I envied their relationship. They were both so in love with one another it was unreal. I had barely even liked my husband now days. I knocked on the door and waited for somebody to answer. Somewhere along the line I had started to cry.

"Hey Bella, what are you doing here?" Jessica looked at me top to bottom and her welcoming smile fell as she stepped aside and let me in.