within the context of a beer…

I don’t know…two…three times I drove by her house…saw the Ford in the driveway…couldn’t bring myself to tell her…wanted to…wanted to tell her straight…face to face…she deserves that…but…I didn’t dare…scared of her reaction…frightened of what she might do…what I could be blamed for…some irrational act…you know…women get that way…

how’s that…

irrational…come outta left field…everything from threatening you to mouthin’ off to a grocery clerk over something completely irrelevant…or worse yet…a scare tactic…some Tylenol overdose…somethin’ to put the fear of Jesus in ya…

they’ll do that…

inna heartbeat…they’re not happy less they’re leavin’ you…can’t be the other way ’round…nothin’ a woman hates worse than bein’ left behind…absolutely hate that…hits ’em right in the gut…and whose the bad guy…you are my friend…you’re the one to blame…nothin’ civil ’bout it…

maybe you should just go…not say a word…change your number…

I’ll drink another beer…work up courage…get ready for the onslaught of terror…

you say so…

I say so…

Published by: dmseay

The writing is based on my surroundings and what I've been surrounded by. This language is coarse and politically incorrect; which I make no apologies for. These characters are not nice and to use any other dialogue would be disingenuine. That being said, I choose to roll the dice. dm seay

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