Clara Vance

Two nights ago, me and my wife got into a argument. We still haven't made up but we had to go to an event for my job. We had already planned that she would be attending, and that wasn't changing. It didn't matter if we made amends or not.

When the event finally rolled around, we were both dressed formally. I wore an expensive black suit while she wore a form-fitting dress—we were sure to accompany our outfits with fake smiles so we could keep our issues a secret to everyone else.

Though, that didn't last very long once you got alcohol in her system. As we sat at the table designated for us to sit at, her words kept became increasingly petty. When she rolled her eyes at me, it pissed me off beyond words. I don't know what made her think it was okay to behave this way, but I wasn't going to fucking have it.

You better drop that attitude of yours soon or I promise I'll have you rolling your eyes for a different goddamn reason when we get home, I stated firmly, an unamused expression on my face.