#irissforrest

Rolling the truck into the drive, I sighed a little. Home sweet home, apparently. It's not the house, I worked my ass off for it; I'd had my eye on this thing since I was a little girl. It's the person inside. I've been with Ollie since high school, and it's taking its toll on me. We never clash, it's  just gotten to the point where I can't remember what I ever saw in him, and he can't remember the last time I had said something that wasn't in the least bit sarcastic or snidey. He's just so unexciting and boring, and frankly, I'm sick of him.

Maybe I'd better go in. I can tell exactly how this night is going to go before I even get out of the truck. I'll pretend to be interested in his day, which he will have spent at the office, with his oh-so-hilarious colleagues. We'll order a pizza, which we'll eat in front of the tv whilst making mindless small talk. Then later on there will be a half-hearted attempt at sex, more out of obligation that desire. Oh God. Fuck that.