Who Is My Husband

“Ugh, I don’t see why such a nice house has to be in the ghetto girl “.

I roll my eyes at my older sister Stacey and say

“oh hush if you never married your billionaire husband you would be right here too “.

I am sitting in my new house that’s in Brooklyn, a 2 story with 4 nice size rooms and each has an en-suite bathroom while an extra one is downstairs for guests. The house has a nice white fence around the front yard with a backyard, a pool, and a wishing well.

My sister says “ Oh please if you weren’t so stuck up your ass you would see that plenty of men come after you but you want lazy Jackson ”.

I smirk and flip my hair because I am full of myself.

Forget her let me introduce myself I’m Selena Jensen, I’m 22 and I have curly red hair with green eyes my light skin always breaks out when it’s winter and my Dutch accent is still there although we don’t speak the language a lot anymore since our parents pass and well I have a long-time boyfriend named Jackson.

“Are you even listening I heard sirens for the last 10 minutes “?

Stacey keeps talking she loves to see the bad in things ever since she got with her husband and sometimes it gets on my nerves she thinks she is better we have never had much money but we grew up with money somewhat in the middle-class group.

I sigh and say “look sis it’s time for you to go I have to get ready “.

She slaps the smile off her face fast at that being said she then stands grabs her Prada purse then heads to the door and says

“ don’t get mad because I’m telling the truth”.

I shake my head and just slam my door in her face, I head to my kitchen and pull out a glass of some wine which is much needed after talking to her.

I call my boyfriend and when he answers the sounds out of breath and says he has to call me back, I know he works hard and so do I but I just want to have a normal conversation and go on dates but it doesn’t seem to work that way.

*CHIRP*TWEET *

It’s the next morning and I woke up alone again when Jackson got in he went straight to the shower and right to bed, I pretended to sleep all alone, and not once did he check on me.

I hop out of bed to get ready for my day I have a few things to do, and I head to my shower and get in. Once I’m done I do my hair in a bun then get dressed in some tan skinny jeans with a floral cropped shirt, I put on my combat boots with my leather jacket and grab my purse.

Once out I make sure to lock my doors and head to my car, I see the stares I’m getting from the guys up the street but I hold my head high and make no eye contact, I get in my truck and yes it’s lifted with tinted windows I then lock my doors, after I put on my favorite city jams and pull off.

I’m just now arriving at the grocery store I love going too on the nice side of town even though it takes a while to get here. I start shopping getting things I know Jackson will want and I grab some snacks for me, once I’m done grocery shopping, I head to pick Jackson’s suit up since he won’t remember.

It’s been like this since high school he always forgets something and then I have to remember, sometimes I wonder if things will be normal ever. I just picked up his suit and I decided to call and see what he wants to eat for dinner.

He picks up on the last ring if it’s possible,

I say “ hey honey just wondering what you would like for dinner “.

He huffs while I hear heels in the background he must be in the lobby of his job he works on computers.

He says” look I don’t know if I’m working overtime I have this big promotion I’m working on but if so I want your famous lasagna”.

I smile while driving up the street to my house, I say” Okay honey love you “.

He says” you know I love you “.

I hear a person drop something and then more heels and then Jackson says

” what the hell look I love you have to go”.

He then hung up on me I huff and throw the phone in my seat. When I finally make it home I bring in the groceries and his suit, I go hang his suit, I then change into something comfy so I put on my fluffy heart shorts with my long college sweater, I take my hair out of its bun and it springs free.

I walk to my kitchen and turn on some music low then I make myself a glass of wine, I start with making my side salad then cooking the meat once done I start noodles for the lasagna.