Becoming What I Hate

　　SAN DIEGO, CALIFORNIA. 　　SPRING SEASON 　　KARA's POV 　　I watched as my husband,Joey, adjusted his tie while facing the full length mirror. He looked so handsome, just as always and smart in his work clothes. His platinum blonde hair had been styled and gelled to perfection. It was 6:30am and I had just finished making breakfast and set it up on the dining table. 　　I had to get up extra early to ensure he had food to eat because he always had to leave on time to beat the morning traffic. 　　Walking over to him, I held him from behind and softly said, "Its time to eat babe," 　　He spun around and planted a quick kiss on my cheek. "Thank you but I would have to skip breakfast today. I need to get there earlier than usual." 　　Okay. It was nothing new. He had done this some times. 　　"But you should have told me before allowing me go make it," I said with a slight frown. 　　"It slipped my mind." 　　It always slipped his mind. 　　He continued, " I gotta go now though.I'll see you later in the evening." He gave a small smile as he pulled my cheeks a little before grabbing his briefcase. 　　As he got to the door, he turned around to say something. 　　"Hey, don't forget my brother is coming today. You have to please get him from the airport. Hope the guest room is ready?" 　　"Yeah it is. And I'll take care of it, don't worry. Have a nice day at work," I replied as I hugged myself. 　　He blew me a kiss and then exited the room. 　　I sighed and plopped on the bed. I still felt a bit sleepy and was gonna go back to bed even if it was just for an hour or two. 　　I was a freelance writer as well as a wedding planner so I worked from home. Joey worked in a lucrative company and hated the idea of me going to do the same. 　　Who was going to take care of the house? Besides, he wanted his wife to be her own boss. And I really liked it as well. 　　If not that I had wedding planning and planning bachelorettes as a side job, I would have probably lost my mind having to stay home all day, every day of the week. 　　Joey and I had been married for eight months and it had been great so far. He was a good husband but quite a workaholic. 　　Because he wasn't around most of the times, it made me feel lonely some times. It wasn't what I signed up for but it was his passion and it was good pay as well. 　　He had landed the job exactly two months after our wedding when we just arrived from our honeymoon. It was his dream job! He couldn't say no. Neither could I.