ROSIE

When I was a little girl I always pictured how it would be to be married. I pictured making dinner and my husband coming through the door, kissing me on the cheek and asking him how my day was. I watched a lot of television. But life wasn't like television.

Instead I was now married. And every night was the same thing. Waiting up, worrying, wondering if anything happened to him.

Don't ask me why I worried. I tried not to, I really did. But for some reason I cared about that pathetic excuse for a human. It irked me to think he didn't care for me enough to let me know where he was. Heck, or even just to come home.

Every night I'd fall asleep as I was waiting for him and he'd sneak in late night and leave early morning again, the only...

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