Standing Room Only

A World of Short Stories

Late Night Calls

“If you wake me again tonight, I won’t mind.  I won’t mind at all,” I whispered to Robert.  “I don’t mind at all.” 

I heard my husband grumbling behind me about not getting enough sleep, but I ignored him.  It’s not like he ever got up in the middle of the night to help.  

I said good night and slowly headed toward bed.  Recently, I had started wearing sweatpants and a long sleeved shirt to bed because I am increasing feeling that I didn’t want him to touch me.  When he asked about it, I just reminded him he had turned the heat a little too low and I was getting cold at night.  I knew this would work because he would never turn the heat to where I would be comfortable.  He had always been that way.  He thought more about himself than anyone else. 

My friends had warned me off or not getting caught up with Taylor, but I hadn’t listened.  I guess this is what happens when you put lust before love.  You have a partner who will never put you first and who will take instead of give.  I just needed a few more days to get my affairs in order before I left town. 

The problem with marrying one of the most powerful men in town is the fact everyone acts like a spy.  I knew exactly what clothes and necessities to take.  And Robert, of course.  He was the best dog I’ve ever had. 

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