A/N-Just a short drabble about Margaret and how her last exchange with Donald might have went. The last line Margaret says is the title of a new song by Jo Dee Messina. I could hear Margaret saying that, couldn't you? Please read and review. Much love to all my reviewers.
"Margaret, please don't go." Donald pleaded with his soon-to-be ex-wife. "Please don't leave. I'll change. I promise." As much as he didn't love her, he didn't want her to leave him. "Margaret, please, I have a reputation to maintain!"
Margaret shoved her clothes in her suitcase violently. "A reputation? For what? For chasing and bedding every nurse under 30 in Asia?" She slammed down the lid on her suitcase as an exclamation point to her sentence.
"And you don't have a reputation like that?" Donald sneered as he scribbled his name on the papers she had brought. "I know for a fact that you were 'friends' with every Army man higher than Major here and in the States."
Margaret didn't reply to that. She knew that her image wasn't that great either. She had slept with a lot of men. Majors, Lieutenants, Generals...and one certain damn good Captain. Both in the bedroom and out. She smiled at the thought of seeing him again.
"So you won't deny it-you're a slut." Donald's voice dripped with sarcasm. Margaret looked up, shocked. How dare he call her that? He was in no position to talk. Margaret stood up, faced her scum-bucket husband, and let him have it.
"Explain something to me, mister. Why is it if a woman sleeps around a lot, she's a slut, but if a man sleeps around a lot, he's experienced? Also, before you go around yapping about the speck in my eye, you'd better check out the log in yours. I've tried and tried to make this marriage work, and you've refused. Now, suddenly that I want a divorce, you want to try? Well, not this time, buster. You can go right ahead to San Francisco, or Oahu, to your 'Darlene' or 'Laura' or who ever it is this week. If I never see you again, it will be too soon for me."
Donald opened his mouth like he was going to say something, but Margaret cut him off.
"Can it, Donald. I don't want to hear about it. My give a damn's busted." And with that, she grabbed the papers he had just signed, picked up her suitcase, and walked out the door to start her new life.