Murder She Wrote

Chapter Two.

Travis was a dickhead. I hated that man guts he went to Stanford and graduated top 3 percent and yadda yadda. The man was straight up self centered. However he was a very successful lawyer. He was so good that celebrities would hire him when they got into deep s**t. He still didn't have to be as much as a jerk that he was. His wife on the other hand was so graceful and polite so elegant they we're definitely complete opposites, she was a dental assistant at the local dentist office and one of the best working full time mothers of 4 beautiful children I have ever seen. Deep down I envied her. I just  wanted to carry myself as a successful mother. 

"So Monica, Michael tells me that you're heading back to work after a year of being an Alcoholic." Travis chuckled.

And full embarrassment I responded.

"Yes losing two children really took a toll on me and I turned to things that I truly regret but I'm ready." I put the fakest smile on my face.

"Travis, that was really inappropriate." The look on Lanna's face was the same one I had just a few seconds prior.

"She knows I'm kidding." Travis responded.

"It's fine Lana, excuse me guys I need to go to the ladies room." I stood up.

Micheal just sat there with his head down in his phone, didn't defend me. Didn't put Micheal in his place. Didn't say a damn word.

When I entered the stall tears started to form in my eyes. I took out the flask and chugged a good amount, wiped my mouth and eyes and applied my lipstick back on. I can't believe Michael would tell him something so confidential about me his own f*****g wife. I've never told anybody about his bad gambling problem a few years back and how we almost lost everything we owned and I had to put us back on our feet f*****g i***t.

When I arrived back at the table everyone was getting ready to leave. "Monica I am so sorry Travis said that ignorant s**t to you, you know how he is and can be." Lanna apologized to me.

"Yeah I know and it's time for you to stop making excuses for him allowing him to be an asshole kinda makes it hard for anyone to be friends with you as well."

"Excuse me?"

"Enjoy the rest of your day." I responded walking away from her. I don't know if it was the liquor I had just consumed in the restroom or if my feelings were really hurt but I know Lanna did not deserve that but I didn't care it was one thing to be a verbal punching bag for my husband but not for the rest of the world.

When we got in the car I was furious at Michael.

"Michael, why would you confine Travis about me?" I asked.

"Monica, Travis made it sound way worse than what I actually told him." He replied.

"It doesn't matter, and then you didn't even defend against the asshole."

"I didn't think it was that serious Monica."

What the f**k did he just say to me? I took the flask out and took another chug.

"Are you seriously drinking right now?" He asked.

"Your best bet is to leave me alone right now Michael."

The rest of the car ride was completely silent. When we arrived Michael unlocked the front door for me and then headed back to his car and took off. I pulled out my phone and shot him a text that read :"you're the worst husband ever where did we go wrong? I think we should take on counseling."

He responded back: "We are too far gone, only Jesus can fix this. I'll give it a try only if you stop drinking."

I read the text and for some reason it didn't sit right with me. I texted back "What do you mean "too far gone?" Are you not in love with me anymore?!" He simply replied "Yes & No" that one text sent my blood boiling. I went to my liquor stash and grabbed some "Don Julio 1942" this s**t will have me numb 3 shots in. I threw my head back "f**k a shot glass". I took a mouth full of that Tequila. "Ughhhhhhhh" I groaned from the burning in my chest. I then proceeded to pick up my phone and call my best friend Tiffany. She answered the first ring. "I'm about to kill this mother fucker." I dryly stated.

"No please don't Monica what's going on?" She asked.

I took another shot before I replied. "I sacrificed so much to be with him, to be the perfect wife, to have the best career, make my own money, keep the house clean. I worked a full time job while we both were in college. I made sure we had food on the table while I let him focus only on school. And this son of b***h doesn't love me anymore? Are you serious? Just because I can't hold children?"  Then came another shot of the Don Julio.

"Monica I don't think that's the reason, you are drunk right now? I think it's more of what the situation has made you. I'm not going to lie and you know that. The drinking has got to stop, and Michael  needs to stop the mental abuse instead of being there for you, he's edging it on." 

There was a long pause and I knew she was right. I needed to stop the drinking. I knew this.

"This my last bottle. I have an Doctor's appointment Wednesday. Want to come see why my uterus is broken?" I laughed.

Tiffany also let out a small giggle. "Girl your uterus is not broken and of course I'll be there. And in the meantime you make that your last bottle.

"Last bottle my ass" I thought to myself,

"It is girl, I love you see you Wednesday." I replied.

"I love you too Monica, see you Wednesday."

We hung up .

I went to my favorite and most disliked room in the house, locked the door and sat in the rocking chair and cried. Soon after I was lights out letting the 1942 comatose me.