My wife was always a jealous woman, written by Mrs. Stakes.

It was 7.45 pm on a Friday night.

Truthfully, I got home from work at 7.30, I was just sitting there for 15 minutes staring

at the kitchen light shine through the window on this dark evening and filling the sense

of dread that radiated from that house.

Her house.

My wife Megan was an amazing girlfriend.

Cool, laid back, sexy.

The kind of girl that throw back beers with you at a tailgate.

She was everything I ever wanted, but everything I never got.

From the second I married her on grateful ass, it's been nagging, jealous, insecure,

dead bedroom, and no going out with my friends unless I wanted to be in the dog house.

I looked at the house that I once considered mine.

As I watched the lace curtains in the window, I felt my blood boil with resentment, knowing

that it's now her house.

I took a deep breath and stepped out of the car.

I instinctively reached for my pocket to check my phone.

I remembered why I had been waiting in the car so long.

I left my phone at home that day with Meg.

There was no way she didn't read through my text messages or emails or browser history.

She probably looked through my Amazon purchases.

She never trusted me for shit.

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