Melinda Monologue

Things went on as usual for the next two weeks.

I had convinced Melinda to press charges on that son of a bitch for posting that video.

Melinda gradually started to smile more often and we'd grown close to each other.
We even started talking about maybe finding our own place, a small house maybe.

We didn't know for sure. But I even picked up a few extra shifts these past weeks to save up.
Not that Melinda isn't making money, she is. It's just nice to have the extra cash in case we do find a place.

But as I get dressed for a night out on the town, I realize that she's more distant today than ever.

She isn't the clingy type, I know that. But for the last few weeks, she'd been hanging around me whenever she could. But most of the time I get

You go have fun at your little guys night. Go get drunk, watch some sports, and talk about how you wish you were rich and had the perfect life! Go talk about fucking hot women and maybe even smoke a cigar." She says and stares ahead.

My face turns red and my jaw clenches. She knows she had aggravated me, a smug look on her face.

"I'm sorry, but I can't hang out with my friends?" I grunt.
"Do whatever the fuck you want, Jim. I'm done waiting up for you," she says, shaking her head. "If you want to eat dinner then you can buy yourself something and I'll throw the plate I made for you in the garbage." She raises her eyebrows. "Go on, Jim. Your buddies are waiting."
"I get one night off and you freak out because I'm going out with the guys?" I yell.
"You are such an idiot! Would it have killed you to do something with me? I never see you anymore! I make dinner and I wait up night after night. And this night - this one night, you couldn't have done something with me?" She yells.
"You like your own space! You've been distant today." I yell and she snickers.
"I hope you have a good fucking night." She mutters and then it goes silent for a moment.

Before I gave an angry sigh and slam the door shut.

I drank my anger away, it's a thing I

I should pay more attention to you." I look up from his hands and sit on the edge of the bed. "I appreciate everything you do. I know I fucked up…but I hope there's still a place for me in bed tonight. Because I want to be with you tonight."
"After I pointed it out," she whispered.
"You're independent…I just…I didn't know you needed me that much. I assumed you were fine on your own." I hold up my hands quickly. "Not saying that it's bad that you need me."

She sighs and sits up.

"I need you, Jim. I always have." She says and leans her head on my shoulder. "I always will."
"You know…when the guys talk about women…I don't even listen. Because I know I have the most beautiful one of all waiting for me at home," I whisper and kiss her neck. "And I don't deserve her sometimes, but I'm glad she'll have me."
"I guess I shouldn't just assume that you understand things when I don't talk about them." She says softly.
"I'm sorry," I say again.

She smiles a little.

"Me too. I guess we just had our first fight as a real couple." She sighs.
"It only took us five weeks." I laugh and then rub her shoulder softly.
"I love you." She whispers and dips her head down to meet my