“I’m sorry?” he was shaking his head, placing his hands flat on the counter.

A few other women were trying to get his attention, but he only had eyes for the pretty lady who was obviously going through something painful.

She wiped tears away. “Never mind.”

“I’ll get you something to cheer you up,” he said. “I’ll make you something you have never had before.”

“What will that be? You’ll make a Good Man? Make that, since you fucking men think you know what women has never had. I never had a
backstabbing best friend who fucks her friend’s man. She’s pregnant with another man’s child.”

“Wow. You are really going through something.”

Georgia jumped up to her feet, grabbing her purse. “I shouldn’t have come here. I need to call my lawyer. Why am I telling you this?”

He held up his hands. “Wait, ma’am.”

“This was a mistake. I’m so sorry. And don’t wait on me. You won’t ever see me again in this bar. And this is my favorite place in Fort Lauderdale…”

She rushed out of the bar, running to her car.

God. I’m about to loose it. Get me home before I go completely ballistic.

Heartbroken, Georgia lay in her bed hours later. Her soul shattered into a million little fragile pieces. She couldn’t think straight.

On her nightstand, next to Ed’s picture (He was so handsome. Lord, his smile radiated, even after all these years) were empty beer cans.

Georgia didn’t drink. In fact she hated people who did. She couldn’t stand people who put their problems in beer bottles.

She detested people who went to bars and told all of their business, right on down to bra and dick sizes, to the bartender and he didn’t even know how to get himself out of a bind.

That’s why I left Johnny’s. I was turning into one of them.

A lonely woman who couldn’t decipher men from pigs.

Yet she has succumbed to doing just that: drinking away her derision for her husband’s decisions.

She was paying for her husband’s mistakes. His lack of judgment has left her hearing impaired.

She wasn’t trying to understand anything about him any longer.

But I have to. I’m his wife. We are still married.

Is it me?

Did I do something wrong?

Did I suck his dick right? Didn’t I
swallow him enough? Didn’t I let him come inside of me the way he loved?

Wasn’t I his bitch in the sack? Didn’t I roll his joints fast enough? Didn’t I cook fried chicken for his friends on game days?

Wasn’t I faithful enough, Lord. Why have you and my husband forsaken me?

Cigarette butts were all over the floor. Georgia didn’t smoke. Now she was. She was too stressed.

She tried playing with herself, thinking about her husband, but before she could insert the dildo she dropped it and the lube on the floor and she started crying so hard her nose stopped up.

How could he betray her?

How could he give himself to another woman? How could he look her in the face, smiling and laughing, like
everything was alright?

Didn’t he have a heart and a soul?

Hadn’t they been through enough together? It was a few minutes past 1 a.m.

Ed still hadn’t come home.