Driving back home I opened the glove compartment to reveal my bottle of Armani Black Code. This stuff is good. They don't even make Black Code anymore, I have the original bottles. I wiped the remaining lipstick off my body and showered in the cologne. I threw my workout clothes in the backseat and changed back into my business clothing. A gray Sean John button down with a black and silver tie. My pant legs were still creased nicely, and I put my Johnston and Murphy's back on my feet.

Pulling up to the apartment I turned the ignition off, there was a spot right outside the main entrance. I thought to myself how lucky I get sometimes. Glancing at my watch I see that it's a little after 10. Walking up the steps to the main door I was careful not to touch the handle. Germs are everywhere. I opened up the mailbox with my key that read 311. It was empty. Brittany must have got the mail for once. Surprising.

The stench in the air was a combination of Italian, African, and Chinese cuisines; there is a melting pot in this apartment complex. It makes me wonder how people can eat all this at such a late hour, but then again that's why America keeps getting fatter and fatter. I continued up the stairs to the second floor, then the third. My apartment was at the end of the hall, we have the front corner of the building. I fiddled my key into the lock, as it took a few seconds before it actually penetrated enough to open the door. I heard the television on before I walked in, she must have been watching some mind-numbing show on MTV.

"What's going on," I told her. "Relaxing, where have you been?" Her voice was very snotty, typical in that white valley girl style. "Late work at the office, I've been trying to secure this account." She wouldn't ask me what that meant. And to be honest with you.... I could care less. I should have just told her I was busy fucking Michelle. It's not like she would say anything anyway.

I opened the fridge and pulled out the half gallon of milk, as well as the Oreo's that were in the high cabinet. Is it weird to eat your Oreo's and milk out of a rocks glass? It doesn't really matter, I'm not going to sit there long anyway. I peered over the kitchen counter and through the cabinets at her watching her children's television show as I dipped my cookie. Just a brainless gaze, fixated on the television. "So what did you do today, Britt?" She was hooked on the television and took a few moments to wiggle out an answer. "I went to the gym, then I watched The View, I had a few friends over and stopped by the Tanning Salon."

This angered me. While I'm working to pay bills in my apartment she is playing around the town. "You know I'm going to Chicago tomorrow to get this account in place right?" I needed to be away from the apartment so what needed to be handled could be handled. I ran the bathroom faucet water so I could brush my teeth. It was a new tooth brush and the bristles were hard, my gum bled a little. "Yeah, have a good time - good luck with work," she screamed down the hall. "I'm going to go to sleep, I need to pack a duffel bag tomorrow, and I'll be back on Friday."

That's just what this marriage fell into though. No kiss goodnight. No passion. No caring. The only thing that she does is stroll around the town without a care and I pick up the bills for it. I know she is having an affair, but is in a nice financial situation. My financial situation. As I lay on the bed, the feathers keep me warm even though the fan is on high. The breeze feels nice on my face. My eyes doze off..... sweet dreams.


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