First Fight

What’s with this guy and his ability to turn my insides with anger, set my nerve endings on fire, with so little words?

I bristle at his words and punch the air in anger, grabbing and wringing someone’s invisible neck.

‘So he was capable of acknowledging that fact’ I huff and stand up.

‘I thought he treated our past with no more than a cold- shoulder’

‘He could acknowledge that I was once a part of SM and keep a straight face while doing it’ I pace about his office in a march and I notice the scent of his cologne lingering in the air.

The musky scent, tinged with notes of pinewood and just a dash of mint was part alluring and part overpowering.

The scent takes me back to that fateful night, the night when Simon broke character for the first time in our marriage.

The alluring scent was tainted with the strong smell of alcohol but I didn’t refuse him when he stumbled into my room or when his hands went to the strings of my nightgown crashing his beer stained lips on mine in