Unloved

Feeling dejected. After a long day job hunting, a smoke will do me just right. As I lie here on the couch evaluating my many rejections, I can feel his ominous presence hovering over me. I know it’s time for my punishment. I’ve been a very bad girl!

It’s a tumultuous “relationship” we have, but it works for us both. How can something so wrong, feel so right? I mean he is my meal ticket- so it just makes sense that I submit myself to his every need. No matter how sadistic they may seem. So, let me become a failure before his eyes and endure the painful satisfaction he unleashes upon me.

Until tomorrow…