self-confidence.
It's not fair ! Mimi thought, yet again.
Those words had become a never-ending mantra.
You have no control over what shape your face is or how your features go together or how thick your hair is , Mimi thought. No control at all! And the world judges your worth by how you measure up physically.
"It's not fucking fair!" Mimi grumbled.
Mimi's long face made her look older than her age, which wasn't fair either.
She thought of Janine, giggling and whispering with her husband at the picnic, her long thick hair swaying sexily over her bare shoulder. Janine probably smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror. She probably smiled and blew kisses at her reflection
Mimi tried to smile at herself in the mirror. Her smile looked monstrous...more like a grimace than a smile.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bathroom door. The noise jolted Mimi out of her haze of self-despair and startled her.
"OH!" she cried.
"Are you still cleaning in there?" Roger asked in a sarcastic tone, which meant that he knew Mimi was definitely not cleaning in there.
Mimi burst out the bathroom door, knocking Roger back against the wall.
"Hey, watch it!" he growled. "What the fuck is your problem? What the hell have I done?"
"Go fuck your girlfriend!" Mimi snarled.
Roger was good looking. He had a rugged face, and his features were perfectly spaced. He had thick dark curly hair and a bushy mustache that fit him to a "T." Plus, he was built.
Mimi was sure her husband had no clue what it was like to live with your mouth a mile from your too-big nose, or what it was like to have wispy hair the color of dull rust that just hangs on your head like yesterday's spaghetti.
No clue at all!
” I'M GOING FOR A WALK!" Mimi roared.
Then she raced out the front door, not even waiting for a reply.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mimi stormed out the front door, slamming it Roger's face.
That was the last straw. Whatever empathy Roger felt for his unhappy new wife had now been replaced with red hot fury.
No one slams a door in his face, by God! Not even his fucked -up insecure wife !
Those things Mimi said about Janine? Sure the woman was hot. Anybody could see that, including Roger, who wasn't blind. And sure he joined in with all the "guy talk" at the office... like what a nice "tight package" Janine was. Hell, he had to join in or he'd be in danger of losing his job ...or worse, the guys would label him a pussy!
Mimi didn't understand that. She thought his life was so damn easy. She lived in her own neurotic little bubble of insecurity, apart from the rest of the world.
But he also knew that a hot woman like Janine was great for business. She scored the big sales, damn it! Janine nailed the A.T.&T. job that was, to date, their biggest job yet. Yea, the world shouldn't work that way. But it did, and that wasn't Roger's freaking fault.
He wasn't cheating on Mimi with Janine. That's not the kind of guy he was, and his wife should know that. She should trust him, not hurl fake accusations at him simply because she was so damn insecure about her own looks.
Roger stormed out the door and slammed it behind him just as his wife had done. Mimi was already out on the street, marching purposely down Candlepin Avenue, arms crossed. Her shapeless blue cotton Walmart dress fluttered wildly in the breeze, which had really picked up since dinner.
It appeared as though a storm was brewing. There definitely was a storm brewing in Roger. She was going to explain herself, damn it ! Or at least admit she needed some help...
Maybe if she did more with her hair, Roger thought angrily. Maybe if she wasn't so damn lazy. Maybe if she bought some decent clothes that fit her right...
Mimi knew Roger would follow her. To be honest, she wasn't really sure why she was acting this way. She knew, in the deepest recesses of her heart, that Roger
It's not fair ! Mimi thought, yet again.
Those words had become a never-ending mantra.
You have no control over what shape your face is or how your features go together or how thick your hair is , Mimi thought. No control at all! And the world judges your worth by how you measure up physically.
"It's not fucking fair!" Mimi grumbled.
Mimi's long face made her look older than her age, which wasn't fair either.
She thought of Janine, giggling and whispering with her husband at the picnic, her long thick hair swaying sexily over her bare shoulder. Janine probably smiled at herself in the bathroom mirror. She probably smiled and blew kisses at her reflection
Mimi tried to smile at herself in the mirror. Her smile looked monstrous...more like a grimace than a smile.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock on the bathroom door. The noise jolted Mimi out of her haze of self-despair and startled her.
"OH!" she cried.
"Are you still cleaning in there?" Roger asked in a sarcastic tone, which meant that he knew Mimi was definitely not cleaning in there.
Mimi burst out the bathroom door, knocking Roger back against the wall.
"Hey, watch it!" he growled. "What the fuck is your problem? What the hell have I done?"
"Go fuck your girlfriend!" Mimi snarled.
Roger was good looking. He had a rugged face, and his features were perfectly spaced. He had thick dark curly hair and a bushy mustache that fit him to a "T." Plus, he was built.
Mimi was sure her husband had no clue what it was like to live with your mouth a mile from your too-big nose, or what it was like to have wispy hair the color of dull rust that just hangs on your head like yesterday's spaghetti.
No clue at all!
” I'M GOING FOR A WALK!" Mimi roared.
Then she raced out the front door, not even waiting for a reply.
CHAPTER SEVEN
Mimi stormed out the front door, slamming it Roger's face.
That was the last straw. Whatever empathy Roger felt for his unhappy new wife had now been replaced with red hot fury.
No one slams a door in his face, by God! Not even his fucked -up insecure wife !
Those things Mimi said about Janine? Sure the woman was hot. Anybody could see that, including Roger, who wasn't blind. And sure he joined in with all the "guy talk" at the office... like what a nice "tight package" Janine was. Hell, he had to join in or he'd be in danger of losing his job ...or worse, the guys would label him a pussy!
Mimi didn't understand that. She thought his life was so damn easy. She lived in her own neurotic little bubble of insecurity, apart from the rest of the world.
But he also knew that a hot woman like Janine was great for business. She scored the big sales, damn it! Janine nailed the A.T.&T. job that was, to date, their biggest job yet. Yea, the world shouldn't work that way. But it did, and that wasn't Roger's freaking fault.
He wasn't cheating on Mimi with Janine. That's not the kind of guy he was, and his wife should know that. She should trust him, not hurl fake accusations at him simply because she was so damn insecure about her own looks.
Roger stormed out the door and slammed it behind him just as his wife had done. Mimi was already out on the street, marching purposely down Candlepin Avenue, arms crossed. Her shapeless blue cotton Walmart dress fluttered wildly in the breeze, which had really picked up since dinner.
It appeared as though a storm was brewing. There definitely was a storm brewing in Roger. She was going to explain herself, damn it ! Or at least admit she needed some help...
Maybe if she did more with her hair, Roger thought angrily. Maybe if she wasn't so damn lazy. Maybe if she bought some decent clothes that fit her right...
Mimi knew Roger would follow her. To be honest, she wasn't really sure why she was acting this way. She knew, in the deepest recesses of her heart, that Roger
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