I don’t feel like a bad person, but I know that I do bad things sometimes. And I know what I’m doing right now is mean, but I can’t help it. I’ll apologize later:
Jess rolls over on me and grumbles, “what?”
I scratch her back and tell her that I have to get up to go to work.
“Noooooooo.” Her hair is all over her face. “Lou, I don’t wanna get up!”
I smack her ass. “C’mon girl, I have to leave in a minute.”
She pulls the sheets up over her head. “Can’t you just call out?”
I pull the sheets back off of her. “No, I called off twice last week.”
“Awuughhh.” And she sits up.
I throw her her bra and her thong from the floor, and I give her one of my t-shirts. She moans as she gets dressed. Then she pulls on her pants and she grabs her jacket from the back of my desk chair, and she leaves without giving me a kiss goodbye.
She waves back at me from her car as she pulls away.
I walk back inside. I change the sheets on my bed. And then I text Sara and tell her to come over. I tell her that I want to see her because I’m not going to work today.
She says she’ll be over in ten.
I look down at the screen and wonder if I’m a bad person.