The good husband.
The loyal husband.
The “give me what I want” husband.
The good husband takes many forms. Last night, it comes in the form of a bit of selfishness.
Give her what she wants if she gives me what I want.
That’s the game we’re playing.
But the good wife knows the rules.
He’ll give me what I want if I give him what he wants.
Alcohol for sex, sex for alcohol.
A match made in hell.
The good husband, the good wife.
That’s how it works, how the game is played.
But I’m too tired to follow the rules.
Too tired to drink, too tired to give him what he wants.
I don’t want any of it.
So I guess that makes me the bad wife.
I get what I want, even though it’s the worst thing for me.
He doesn’t get what he wants, even though that was the clear, unspoken arrangement.
So tonight, maybe we try again. But I’m just not ready. I don’t want this. Not yet.
I don’t want to be the good wife.
But I still hope he’s the good husband.
I still hope I get what I want.