Love is meant to be Love
Joe Casper
Clutching my hair, she moaned as we rolled on our bed “I should be leaving to office early tomorrow, after all I’m doing this for you.” In the middle of our love making, how does her thoughts drift away to this? I froze for a second before taking down her lips. And you should be going to school with Edward for parent’s meeting, you remember? Is this the time to discuss that? I nestled on her neck. “This is the only time I get to spend with you but you chose to romance.” She nibbled my earlobes. Okay, get away now. I don’t need your sympathy. George, listen, are you satisfied with your life? Housekeeping, dropping Edward school, afternoon naps, sex. Don’t you have any goals in your life? You are spoiling my mood now. I turned aside pushing her down from me. I’m happy for my life. What you want me to do? No, you aren’t happy. You are just cheating yourself. You are trying to be in your comfort zone.Always, safe and secure. Yes I am , we finally yearn for comfort even if we do a million-dollar business. I’m doing what I really like to do. Oh, you like brushing your ass on bed by eating on your wife’s money? Do you even mind what our neighbours say about you? You need to earn something on your own. It’s good for you. You are what because of the neighbour’s. And I’m this because I’m still finding happiness in things I love. Bitch please, then go fuck your things of love. Fed up with your explanations. Okay, pay my salary for housekeeping for the past six years. What? She screamed. And slowly her hands caressed my chest seeking negotiation. Then what followed was salary paid in sweat and pleasure. Come on Ed, we are running late. I threw his bag through the window of the car. I thought mom would take me to school today, since we have a meeting. He shrugged sheepishly. That makes me sad, do you think I don’t fit for the meeting? Yes, you don’t. He took his seat. Why? I asked peeking through the driver’s window. People tell me you are a slacker. 14| The FishBones | Issue #1
