BALLER WIVES CLUB

“AND I AM TELLING YOU…”

Celeste

I poured a glass of wine, sat in the chase lounge chair in our bedroom and waited. I didn’t want to touch the bed because it was the bed I shared with Brian. The bed we shared when he wasn’t sharing another one somewhere else with someone else. I looked at the bags I brought home from the mall, they looked just like all of the others and still just like the others they served no purpose past my anger with him. But I couldn’t call it that anymore either; I stopped being angry years ago when I realized that he was never going to give up his acquired taste for women. I know that Brian married me because I looked good on his resume. I’m his college sweetheart, the daughter of his famed college coach, it made sense to marry me but I am not and never was what he truly wanted. I looked down at the shopping bags gathered on the floor. Gucci, Hermes, Saks and Giuseppe Zanotti they were all there but he wasn’t. He was somewhere f****** some nasty b**** that didn’t care that he has a wife and children at home. She didn’t care that he belonged to someone else someone that loved him more than life itself; someone who has had to swallow the ugliness of his truth and accept that he would, could never love her the way that she loved him. They never cared their only concern was the check, f*** what damage came behind it. I took a generous amount of wine into my mouth and swallowed it easy.

It has been three hours since he left and he still hadn’t made it home. So I sat there and waited tormenting myself with thoughts of him stroking whoever she was over and over. I took another gulp of my wine and swallowed it down. Within the next few minutes he was pulling up into the driveway. I waited until he came into our bedroom. I just looked at him.

“How was the p****?” I asked taking another sip

Brian hesitated then continued walking towards his dresser. “Excuse me?” he asked

“You heard me clearly. How was the p****?”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about Celeste”

“Well since I seem to be the only one that understands that my husband would rather leave our house to go f*** random b****** instead trying to find an ounce of desire for his wife so maybe his d*** can get hard for her instead. Yes, the husband that no matter how much he’s already broken my heart he still finds the cruelty to step on the pieces that aren’t shattered. So again I ask you, was the p**** good? Because it better had been for me to go through the hell I go through just to be to be with”.

“Celeste” he attempted

“No words are needed Brian, I understand my role as your wife. I am to sit, be pretty and look the other way, I know that. But there is something else that I know too, I will never leave this marriage. This right here” I held up my wedding ring “Is for life, so if this is the life that you’re offering me, then so be it. I’ll find my happiness elsewhere just be prepared to handle the long tormenting hours, the missed calls and the nonchalance when you know I am out f****** someone else”.

I moved around Brian and walked out of the room.