First message
I hear my alarm, … wait… no… not my alarm… fuck my head is throbbing… damn how much did I drink last night? It must have been a lot for me to be this hung over.. I NEVER get hung over. …. This is hell …. I still have not even opened my eyes yet I can’t. I just know it’s gonna be bright in this damn hotel room & I don’t think I can handle the light right now… but wait I hear somebody moving around. They shut off the alarm thank God the door that I just heard.? finally brave the light in the room and opened my eyes… OK, this is not my hotel room. What the fuck.. where the hell am I? … immediately feel something cold on my hand on my finger. Oh God this is not good.., I look down there’s a goddamn wedding band on my ring finger… what the fuck this is not happening?… I grab my phone, intending to call Carter my head of security or Brandon, but the photos are open, pics of me & her getting married damn, she’s gorgeous but no no I’m not gonna be married. No, not happening.
so what are you gonna do, man?
my best friend Brandon asks, I tried to find her, but couldn’t anywhere. I don’t even know her name.
I don’t know, man I gotta figure something out though, I am not staying married, not happening
I’m in 1st hour class senior year, when she walks in holy shit. It’s her my wife… she sees me and she freezes.. yeah she remembers.. fuck she’s pretty, the only seat left is one right next to me. She has no choice… why does divorce suddenly put a foul taste in my mouth?