The Change, Part Iii

The third time I was just thirty, had a girlfriend, red-hot pretty, my twenties had been a fine time, but permanence was on my mind. She had moved into my new house, though that she would end up my spouse, but soon I saw things going wrong, the happiness did not last long. Every week she wanted something new, which she would take with no thank you, when I tried to give her my time she scowled as if I’d crossed a line. Always tried to drive it in my skull that I should be oh-so grateful, blessed that she was in my life, convinced that all she did was right. Those privileged words, they made me think back to what started the whole thing, I’d thought her pretty in a bar, and she’d been impressed by my car. Beyond that I couldn’t think of one single thing we had in common, I’d never had such thoughts before, she had been hot, who needed more? Bound up by such thoughts troubling, I asked,”Are you grateful for me?” She looked at me like I’m the jerk, said,”That’s not how relationships work!” Then launched into epic tirade, could have any man any day, that if I didn’t meet her whims others were waiting for a spin. She then asked if I understood, I said I did, all well and good, I was just a means to her ends, her mind too ruined to pretend that ‘equal’ we could ever be, and that was not okay with me. I threw her out, it left her vexed, a man who wanted more than sex? And I thanked God that very day that I had finally made the change.