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I half expectedher to call me again but the phone never rang and I was able to enjoy the rest of my evening without giving too much thought to her and what she was doing.
Knowing that she could be sitting on the floor of our old bedroom crying her eyes out, or going through old photographs of us cutting my head off. It could go either way.
I knew she was nuts when we first met but there was nothing I could do about the way I felt about her. It only took one look and I was hooked.
I met her at a friend’s wedding where she was getting tipsy and bitching to her girls about always being a bridesmaid and never a bride.
At the time I thought that shit made no sense because she was easily the hottest woman in the room.
She’s five three, a hundred and twenty pounds most of it in her ass and tits that I couldn’t believe weren’t fake, and the most gorgeous fucking face.
If it took me a few seconds to fall for her, it only took about a week of dating to realize why she was still single. She’s fucking nuts.
It wasn’t that she was certifiable, not in the clinical sense, but the girl has the most fucked up ideas of anyone I know.
Plus whoever pegged the term high maintenance had to have met my baby at some point in their life.
She floats through life like there’s no one else and shit revolves around her. She drives the same damn way, that’s why I took her keys and got her a driver when we got married.
She says whatever pops into that bobble-head of hers, but she says it in that sweet voice of hers and its easy to let shit slide. She’s messy, annoying and has the temperament of a five year old, and fuck I loved her.
No one, not her family or friends could ever figure out why I hung around, and when we announced our engagement, I thought her dad was going to kiss me. Poor man, her mom is an older version of her.
I overlooked all her quirks, even her untidiness. She can’t cook worth shit and I doubt she knows what a vacuum looks like. Her parents had spoiled her little ass and she expected me to do the same.
As a farm boy who’d moved to the big city ten years earlier to make my fortune after graduating top of my class, she was so completely different to everything I knew.
I didn’t care about her shortcomings. She was like a ray of sunshine in my otherwise dreary world of business deals and the cutthroat world of corporate takeovers.
I’d had plenty more appropriate women before her. Women who would’ve fit into my world because of their background in business and their mature sophistication.
But I didn’t want that. I wanted to come home to something, someone far removed from what I spent my days doing.
She was as far away from that shit as you can possibly get. As the daughter of a prominent businessman she had no interest in business.
Her only interest in her daddy’s business was spending his money and running her charities. She was honestly the most disorganized person I knew.
Somehow I found that attractive after the last ten years of dealing with women who were just as cutthroat as I was.
My mother hated her, even tried to warn me, but I didn’t want to hear it. Because with all her faults, the girl has the biggest heart of anyone I know.
I’ve seen her sneak stray cats into the house to feed and shelter them even though she’s allergic and I’d forbidden her to get near them the first time I had to rush her to the emergency room.
She spent her days at charities and lunches with her girls. That’s another thing I liked about her, something that gave me insight into her character. She still has friendly relationships with all the girls from middle school, and that’s kinda rare.
But either way, nothing else mattered except how much I loved her. I loved the fact that she was one of those women that needed her man to take care of her. In every way that matters.
It didn’t matter that she had a trust fund, she still looked to me for everything and I was more than happy to oblige. I believed that it was my job as her husband to fulfill all her needs, and not just in the bedroom.
She spent her money on the poor, and mine at Hermes. It was fine by me. As long as she was happy, and I saw that satisfied happy smile on her face at the end of the day, I was good.
Two years we were going strong, we were even trying for a baby. And as far as I’m concerned, that’s where all the trouble started.
She had some kinda issue with her fallopian tubes so it was harder for her to get pregnant than most. We had to fuck at certain times in certain positions and our once spectacular sex life became a regimented nightmare.
