this morning #194.

this morning, nothing was shocking. she was done with sergio. he had been caught stealing and that was more than she could handle. no woman would stand for the things he had done. it all needed to stop! for so long, she had been all about his needs. had she seen his wig around? no mas. when she was done with her shift at the florist, she’d come home to their habitual ritual: him sitting on his ass playing video games. her to the kitchen to make them dinner. tonight would be different. he’d eat his words the moment she walked right through the door. she’d walk right through the door & read him the riot act. maybe it’d get violent. maybe it wouldn’t. she’d get by.