Some Situation - a spot of fiction

I wrote this pretty much all in one stretch and didn't do much to edit besides major glaring errors. This is my first time posting here, so I hope I'm doing this right.

Some Situation

It’s 7:30 in the morning, thunder is rumbling outside and I’m sitting here mad as hell. I don’t know what I’m more mad about though, to tell you the truth. I should have known all along that nothing good would come from the trip here. I should have known better than to throw all my belongs into that old Chevy and head out this way. Nothing good ever comes from a bad idea, my grandma used to tell me. Hell if I would ever listen though.

My brother always said I was full of ideas but it’s too bad none of them was worth spitting on. We never really saw eye to eye on things much, mainly on a’count of him being so stupid and me being so short. He was the older one and always had to make sure I knew it whether by words or by fists. I was the middle one and Bella hung back a bit at third. In case I didn’t mention, my brother’s name is Dale and my name is Ed.

So anyway, back to me being all mad. I drove up here and stayed on a’count of this girl I met up with down in Roskenville, population 98 and falling. She seemed like the real deal and no doubt I figured she was something special. We got to talking one night, all nice like and she mentioned that she was going away to school in the fall. Now around these parts, that’s huge, cuz only the really smart or really rich ever get out of the place without hitching a ride on some truck and never turning back.

She said problem was that she couldn’t afford to live alone in the big city and her pop wanted her properly married ‘fore she left. I was dumbfounded and just plain dumb staring at her after she told me. I was a wasted nothing, 22-year old barn swapper. Yep, I swapped barns for a living and I was damn proud to be doing something to put food on the table.

So this girl, Marleena, she says that if I were to ask all nice like to marry her, then we could move to the city and she could get her education. My brother was always jawing away about how great the married life was and she was just so damn pretty. When I say she was pretty, I’m not talking like yer typical pretty women, I mean drop the jaw to the floor, here comes the dinner wagon gorgeous. She had hair that never ended and she smelled sweet all the time, like almonds and semi-sweet chocolate. She did work at the candy factory after all.

So I fell for the hook and went for it. I did the proper thing and asked her pop if it was ok if we got hitched. He seemed almost too eager for me to take her off his hands, so I was a bit taken back. But then she gave me that gorgeous smile, flipped that crazy hair and I knew it was a done deal. We were married within two weeks and honeymooned by taken in a ballgame and making love in a cheap hotel out near the interstate. Best $32 I ever spent.

So then, how does that bring me here this morning cursing my lot in life? As it turns out, she-devil, my wife, she’s even dumber than my brother. The school she was going to was some kind of secretary type school but really it’s just a sham. They take yer money and teach you how to sit proper and set a fancy dinner table. I guess they also teach ‘em how to type but she never talked about it at home.

She was bad news and I shoulda known because anything that pretty must be evil underneath. It started out fine, the two of us up in the city. We found us a nice little house near her school and I found work helping to build some kind of weird engine things. I didn’t really know the whole process, but I did my part fair and square and that’s all I, or the boss, ever cared for. I just went for my paycheck anyway. I woulda much rather stayed home and drank, if I was given the choice.

So my wife, she can’t even make it at this “college” of hers and fails out. I come home from a long day of work and there she is, sitting in the kitchen, bawling her fool eyes out. I looked her up and down and sighed, dinner would be late tonight for sure. She musta cried for like 20 minutes before she even noticed I was home. She sniffled and told me the news about school. I was really too hungry to be supportive or whatever so I just nodded and asked when we were gonna eat. This got her all mad again and she cursed me out and left. I ate the cold chicken in the fridge and popped a cold one.

She came back later, she always comes back. I’d asked her what she planned to do then, given she was a failure at the school thing. She said maybe she’d just pack it up, leave me and move to Vegas. We argued a lot that night and for many days after. It was a horrible place to come home to and many nights I’d just go straight to the bars.

Once she finally stopped crying over the damn school thing she started going to this group thing in the evenings. I’d sit at home, eating whatever cold food I could pull out of the fridge and cursing her under my breath. I did all the work and she got to go off to functions and what not. I had to switch to cheaper beer, cuz suddenly I was needing a lot more of it than usual.

Two months of these meetings and she was standing in the doorway when I got home from work. She looked at me straight and said she was leaving. She had packed her stuff up during the day and it was waiting on the curb. She was still as beautiful as the day I had met her, only her eyes had changed. A taxi pulled up, she and her stuff piled in and that was the end.

So I’m sitting here, nursing another beer at 7:30 in the morning and watching the rain fall down the little window of the house, our house. I still don’t know what I’m more mad about.