She was under the shower nozzle humming an old Drifters cut, wondering was she truly happy in her marriage.

She didn't have the best marriage.

In fact she was having major problems. But could she work them out?

Did she even want to?

Most of her female friends were miserable with children, dating man after man trying to find that One who reminded them of their ex's, or
alcoholics.

Lost inside her comfortable shower, she continued to hum, thinking about her husband.

And the fact her Mama used her for loot.

Jadish was drying off, wondering why her mother never really called her. It was something that used to irk her but she decided not to think about it.

Her mother had her life, and Jadish had hers.

Simply put. In fact she was thinking about her life and the direction it was going in.

Her birthday sucked. Turning 25 years young today wasn't what it was cracked up to be. It was just another day to her.

Had she gotten anything? Hell no. But her Mama wanted money.

Mama didn't even wish me a happy birthday.

Fucked up!

She was expecting Sax to come barging through the door of their two bedroom/two bathroom home and throwing his lunch sack down on the floor.

He would then call her name until she came running and point at it like she's a dog. Sometimes she would get on her knees and suck his dick, yet as of late she hasn't been doing that and it has been pissing him off.

She really didn't give a shit. He'd then kick off his funky shoes, exposing those funky ass feet and need-to-nuke-them-socks and ask for his dinner. She hardly cooked.

She hated cooking.

Once he bitched about God knew what, he'd head for the Lazy Boy recliner in the well-cleaned and decorated den to watch, no, breathe ESPN.

He was not like that when we met.

Suffice it to say, when Jadish's husband came home an hour later, after she put rollers in her bushy hair-"Damn I need a perm, badly!"- he
grabbed a cold Heineken from the refrigerator and popped the top with the back of his cigarette lighter.

Fortunately, he didn't call her name.

Thank the Lord!

Turning on the TV, he flipped the channel to ESPN and crashed on the couch. He looked at DAPHAROAH69
the hanging photos of his wife and managed a smile.

Deep down in his heart he loved her
beyond anything logical. But that love has shattered logic and revealed its surreal head.

The thought of divorce entertained him briefly. But he loved her too much to put it into action.

The thought of his wife's amazingly chiseled body danced in his head.

Angrily, he quickly dismissed it.

Taking a hefty swig of the beer, he
smacked his lips, looking at the bottle. The announcer said something trivial about the Miami Dolphins.

He cursed at the TV, drank half the beer and fell asleep an hour later, dropping the bottle on the floor. The beer spilt and soaked in the carpet.

Jadish had initially heard her husbandrumbling through the house. She didn't bother to get up. She just lay there, like a zombie.

He was on his own today.

She had an amazing orgasm, an incredible work out and she felt elated.

She didn't even want to move from the bed and she wasn't going to and if he crawled in the bed next to her tonight she would politely get up without kissing him and sleep on the couch.

And my husband didn't come up to wish me a happy birthday.

The hell with him.

And he isn't getting any pussy.

Not that I ever gave him any.