A note from a novel....

Anastasia looked at her teary face in the mirror. He had done it again. He had stayed out all night and returned with no explanation, no acknowledgment that he had even disturbed her the least. Well, she had told him. Again. Just like last time. And just like she was sure to do the next time too. She wasn't sure why she put up with it, but she did. 

It was morning now, and she was getting ready for work. He didn't work, so she had to work two jobs to support the two of them. It wasn't as though he couldn't work. He was very well educated in fact, far more so than she. He simply felt that he shouldn't have to work. That was it. It angered her to know that he was daily draining her of the money that one day she would so desperately need.

She went to the bathroom to finish her makeup. Adam was there. He was putting on eye shadow. But he as drunk, so he was simply smearing blue across his eyes and cheeks. She just stared at him.

"I wanted to see things from your perspective." 

She found it impossible to be mad anymore. Adam looked so pathetic, so sad, trying to hard to be like her at this moment. Her laughter rang out in the room and he knew he had her hooked for at least one more go-around.