My name is Mike. Jean's husband.
Yeah, I know, she told you I'm dead.
I have no idea where I am, either.
It's all dark and quiet most of the time.
I catch a glimpse of something or someone else's
thought sometimes. But, mostly, it's just dark.
No feeling, either. No form or body.
Most of what I do hear is her whining. Stupid bitch.
Told her I didn't want to buy a house.
She had it good with me, you know. Satisfied her every time.
Never screwed around. Didn't go to bars.
Drank my cheap beer at home.
Even when she was fat, I told her it was OK.
I hated working, but who doesn't??
If I had only won the Lottery! That would have been perfect.
She didn't need to leave. I never hit her, but I thought about it
more than once, especially that last year before she moved out.
Really thought she would have hooked up with someone pretty
quick after I blew my brains out. Expected her to run home
to Ohio, too.
Don't think I was trying to do her a favor by checking out. Shit.
She ruined my life when she left!
I looked around for another broad for a while. Unfortunately,
the money Jean left ran out too quick. Then my truck took a dump
and I couldn't get to that lousy job.
Heh. She was stupid-stubborn about paying off all those bills.
Bankruptcy would have been easier. Or, just move the fuck away!
She went to college, you know. She could get a job anywhere.
I managed to see some of the funeral. The place was full!
I didn't know who most of those people were, though. Weird.
Not one relative of mine showed up.
Not even my own damn brother and sister.
After all I did for them. Fuck 'em.
Wonder what she's gonna think when she reads this?
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