"A-alright dear, I'm headed off then. I-I'm going to stay with my sister for a while to make sure she's ok before I come back. I..uh..I'll try to be back on Sunday. Is that alright with you?", Nora's husband, Linnie, cowered near the door, holding a suitcase in his right arm. Nora rolled her eyes at him.
"Yeah yeah whatever. Just get out of here already so I can have some peace and quiet."
"I..I..yes..um ok then. Do you need me for anything before I leave? I still have a bit of time before my sister is expecting me."
"No. All I need if for you to leave me the hell alone right now. Don't you see me about to watch TV?"
"Yes dear..and I'm sorry. I just wanted to make sure you would be taken cared of before I left."
"Linnie, I'm a grown ass woman. Don't you think I can take care of myself?"
"Well..I.."
"How stupid do you think I am?"
"I-I I..I don't darling! I just.."
"Just what? Decided to act like a little asshole to me? Well, you're doing a fantastic job by making me miss my show.", Nora snapped, "Now go on already. It's almost about to start."
"Y-Yes dear. Of course.", Linnie whimpered, looking at Nora once last time "N-now are you sure you don't want to come with me? I think Cosmo would really like to see you, a-and he might need some support since he was awfully close to my dad."
"I said no, Linnie! Why don't you ever listen the first time I say something? Are you that stupid?", Nora shouted, now staring at Linnie's shaking body, "I guess you must be if you're going out like that, all frumpy looking. Do yourself a favor and make yourself more presentable when you get there."
"I.. dear. I'll clean up before the funeral.", Linnie squeaked, making Nora groan. God, his voice was so damn annoying. "Well, I'm off then. I love you. Please don't drink to me while I'm gone. I would hate to see you in the hospital."
"Yeah yeah. Get on out of here already before I smack the shit outta ya for wasting my time", Nora snapped, turning to face the TV as the door shut softly, allowing Nora some peace and quiet for a change. "Fucking bitch.."
Oh, how she hated her life. It always seemed to repeat itself day after day. Nora would go to work to teach some ungrateful brats that landed themselves in Probation Level 14, and then come home to a husband who did nothing but whine and squeak all day like the little mouse he was. The hell did he have to cry about? If anything, he should be grateful she didn't kick his freeloading ass out. Now that the kids were gone, she really didn't have much need for him. So, why did she keep allowing him to live there if he was just going to bitch and complain.
If anyone thought Nora was good at complaining, oh man had they not met her husband. Please don't drink while I'm gone mockingly ringed in her head and she sipped on her cup once more, slamming it on the ground. I'm not poofing, driving, or doing anything illegal, so I think I should be allowed to have a drink with my own fucking money, Linnie!
The only thing she really had going for her was her whiskey, and a couple of re-runs of Crime Stoppers that keep her from going completely insane. Although she enjoyed the show, this episode hadn't been too exciting. Nora found herself wondering off into space as all the alcohol slowly got to her, drawing her attention towards the photo where she sat her glass down.
Out of genuine curiosity, she picked up the photo to take a look at what appeared to be her and Linnie's wedding photo, both wearing suits and forced smiled on their faces. She frowned as she looked closer at her husband's face, now staring at the few smudges covering up his reading glasses. His stomach also popped a bit outward from the white, dress turtleneck sweater he wore with his suit. Of course, the asshole had to get pregnant before the wedding. It really ruined the picture. Not to mention, Nora was almost certain his pregnancy was the only real reason why they married. Stupid bitch ruined her life.
Damn Linnie, you couldn't clean your fucking glasses for our wedding, or am I not that important to you? God, why can't you just wear contacts like normal fairies? Wait..who the hell wears glasses when you can get your eyes fixed by the eye professionals? Man, you really must be that stupid then. God, you men are all the same sometimes, I swear.
Aside from glaring at her husband's glasses, she also found herself frowning sadly at the photo. It wasn't the only photo she had that was like this. Somewhere still stacked in her photo album (though at this moment she couldn't really remember where it was) was a photo with her marrying a navy blue haired man after they had just graduated college, with Arthur being debt free and able to fund the whole wedding. But unlike her and Linnie's wedding, their smiles were genuine, and could brighten up the entire world if they wanted to. Nora didn't understand what went wrong. She slammed the photo down as she turned back to the TV, though still not entirely invested.
Another problem she often had with Linnie was that people often took his side on things whenever the couple went out in public. She even remembers the one time they went into a coffee shop, Linnie's sweet, annoying ass tone and voice got him a free drink while Nora had to pay extra. What kind of bullshit was that?
After the whiskey bottle near her foot emptied and the ice melted in her cup, Nora decided to turn in for the night, bumping into the table as she got up. Hers and Linnie's wedding photo wobbled a bit before it fell to the ground, the glass smashing due to it landing on hardwood floor. But instead of sweeping up the glass, Nora shrugged it off and continued towards the bed, now hogging up the middle of the space instead of her side only.
Sunday finally came and Nora had gotten up, though not without a killer headache to deal with. Ignoring the glass that still lied by the couch, Nora started up the oven to bake the cookies if that guy was still coming by later. Sure, he was a guy and she wasn't particularly happy with the male population right now, but she didn't have a lot of female friends to talk to. Plus, he was kind of cute. He was no Arthur by any means, but he had a certain macho charisma that Linnie seriously lacked.
Once the cookies were done, she stirred up some water and lemonade powder, mixing them together while throwing several trays of ice. She also made sure to check the fridge to see if there were still any Crown Royale beers left for him to split with her. Maybe she could drink with someone that appreciated the beers, instead of whining and bitching about how alcohol is bad for you.
After a little bit of waiting, the doorbell finally rung. Nora opened it to find Miguel standing outside her door, not wearing his work uniform for once, but rather a purple suit and white hat that she found somewhat attractive…
