Work was traumatic. My frustration with constantly being asked stupid questions had reached its limit.
“Learn to do your fucking job!” I snapped at my boss.
Meeting with HR in the morning. I might be unemployed by lunch.
Tonight will be about self-care. I draw a bubble bath, pour myself a glass of wine, light a few candles, play smooth R&B from my phone’s speakers.
A knock on the bathroom door catches my attention. It’s my husband.
“We need to talk about what the lawyer said.”
I might be divorced by dinner.
I sink to the bottom of the tub.
© Nortina Simmons
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Sounds like life has got interesting…
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Yes, interestingly complicated. 😉
Thanks for reading!
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You’re welcome – I hope things work out 🙂
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Nothing like a bad ending to a bad day, smh.
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Gotta love those…
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