Ramblings of a Sim Addict

The phone rang that evening, but Promise was sound asleep. Mitch smiled on the other end of the pay phone; he knew she would never realize that he didn’t come home after work. He had hours of freedom ahead of him and a young, pretty colleague on his arm. Mitch spent the night bar hopping with Ivy Copur; he had never felt so alive. He didn’t have to worry about paying the bills, building a nursery, or a pregnant wife; he was just Mitch. Around midnight, Ivy pulled up to Mitch’s front walk and stopped her car. She came around to the passenger side and helped Mitch to his feet. He had released his pent up frustrations that night, but was having difficulty walking to the door. Ivy put her arm around him to steady him, and he turned his head and kissed her.

She was surprised, but leaned into the kiss. She had had a crushed on him since he started working at the lab, and she wasn’t going to let this opportunity go to waste. Once their lips separated, Mitch seemed to have his bearings back and he stumbled through the threshold and into the bedroom. Ivy started her car and drove away, as Mitch snuggled under the covers with his wife.
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Promise ran through the bathroom door and fell beside the toilet. She had been feeling nauseated the entire month and was beginning to think something was seriously wrong with her. When she finished splashing cold water on her face, she walked into the bedroom and slipped under the covers. She glanced at the alarm clock that sat next to the bed and realized Mitch wouldn’t be home for a few hours, so she settled in for an after work nap. Her mind slowly began unwinding, as she quietly drifted off to sleep.

Mitch unlocked the front door and was surprised at the sight of an empty living room. Promise was usually curled up in her favorite chair studying for a medical exam. The sight of the empty cushions made his heart jump. He ran into the bedroom and heard his wife softly snoring from underneath the covers. She looked so content; Mitch quietly snuck backwards out the door and sat down to watch a bit of television before bed.

The alarm began blaring the latest pop tune early the next morning, and Promise groggily rolled over and searched the darkened bedroom for the “snooze” button. After five minutes of groping, she was finally able to find it and shut the annoying song off. She rolled over once more to kiss her husband, but he wasn’t there. Promise bolted straight up in bed, but had to quickly lie back down. A few minutes passed, and Promise was able to get her bearings back. She slowly attempted to slide herself from underneath the covers and began her search for Mitch.

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