Sex Therapy

Glancing over at me, with her lips still wrapped around Mike’s cock, the girl’s eyes widen in shock. She finally gets enough sense to remove the dick from her mouth. I can already tell she’s not a bright one. The color drains from Mike’s face when he locks eyes with me and realizes he’s busted.

You can’t have your cake and eat it too, you bastard.

“Chloe, it’s—” He chokes out the words, but I cut him off.

“It’s not what I think. Is that what you were going to say? Because this is exactly what it looks like. I get that you have been working late, but it seems to me that you have been working her more than the case.”

“Sawyer is my secretary,” he says, defensive, standing up with his dick hanging out from the slit in his trousers.

I wish I could take a picture and capture this moment for everyone to see. The sight of Mike vulnerable and with his sad dick out on display is fucking priceless. While the sex with him was never anything worthy of an ovation, I put up with him because of the life he had promised me. I never had much growing up, and when Mike waltzed into my life like Prince Charming, ready to sweep me off my feet, I knew I couldn’t say no.

So, I followed him to Hartford, Connecticut and waited for him to make partner. But what did I gain from this arrangement? Now, I’m a twenty-five year old college dropout with few skills and a worthless asshole of a fiancé. Well, as of thirty seconds ago, I have an ex-fiancé.

Hello, sleeping pills and vodka, my new best friends. Staring up at the ceiling in what used to be my bedroom with Mike, I pop another pill from the bottle and chug it down with a big ass swig of vanilla vodka, straight from the bottle. This is rock bottom, I guess. For years, I watched my mother drink herself into a stupor over my father leaving us behind. I was five when he walked out of our lives for good. He never turned back.

That’s why I thought nothing of moving to Connecticut with Mike when he offered me something more, a happily ever after that I had believed only existed in fairy tales and movies. I was wrong about Mike and the perfect life we pretended to have. We haven’t even had sex in two months, which I blamed on his late nights at the office and stress from the promotion. At least now, I know the real reason.

Reaching for my cell phone on the bed next to me, I check to see if Mike even bothered to call. He didn’t. What a bastard.

I’m in the mood for a real man bashing session, and the one person who I know will give it to me is my mother. She’s the ultimate man hater, especially after my father left her without a word and no money to her name. It’s funny how history is repeating itself in a way. Good thing I never had children with Mike, or I would be my mother right now. That would suck.

My vision blurs as I hit the button for my mom in my Contacts, unsure if I hit Mike or Mom. I roll the dice to see who I get as I hold the phone up to my ear. The line rings several times before it goes to voicemail. Hearing Mike’s voice makes my stomach knot and brings more tears to my eyes.

I hang up the phone and curl up into a ball, hating the fact he can’t even pick up the phone after what he did to me. What he did to us. Sobbing uncontrollably, I cry so hard every muscle in my body hurts. I want to die. Or at the very least I want to be put out of my misery, even if it’s only a temporary fix.

Finding the courage to call my mother, this time making sure to dial her instead of Mike, I press the phone to my ear and wait, hoping she will answer.

“Hey, sweetie,” she slurs on the fourth ring. It’s well after midnight, which means my mother is at least two six packs into her evening. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” I squeak out, choking on my tears. “Mike is cheating on me with his secretary. I walked into his office—”

“He did what? I am going to kill that little prick.”

“Mom, calm down. What’s done is done. I just wanted to talk to you. I know you’ve been through this before with Dad. How did you move on?”

She sighs into the receiver. “Baby, I never moved on. The pain of him leaving was always there. But as time passes, each day gets easier. Plus, I had you to keep me company. I’m not sure how I would have dealt with things if I didn’t have to raise you.”

“I’m sure your life would have turned out better if you didn’t have me around. Do you wish things had turned out differently?”

Somehow hearing about her past is helping me deal with the present. I need to keep her talking until I fall asleep, which may be soon given the amount of sleeping pills I have taken in the past two hours.

“Of course. If I could do things all over again, I would have made better choices. The one decision I will never regret is you if that’s what you are getting at.”

“Mom, I just want you to know that I love you. Just in case something happens to me.”

“I love you, too, sweetie, but what are you talking about?” Her concern and irritation are evident in every word. “Don’t say things like that without explaining yourself.”

“I wanted to numb the pain, the same way you do.”

My body feels as though it’s floating above me, soaring to new heights. I haven’t gotten this drunk or high since college, and I love the feeling. All my troubles fade away. No more lying fiancé or his cockwhore. Her head bobbing up and down on his dick is an image that will forever live in my mind. And I hate her for that, but I hate him more.

“What did you take, Chloe?” My mother screams into the phone. “Answer me!”

“Chill. Just some sleeping pills.” I laugh to myself, titling my head to the side so I can get some rest. “And a half bottle of vodka. Maybe more.” Pins and needles run down my arms and legs. I can barely feel my face. This is nice.

“I am not laughing. This is not funny, Chloe. I’m calling someone to help you.”

“Who? Mike?” I spit into the phone, doing my best to keep it up to my ear. “I already called him. He could care less what happens to me. I could die right now, and he wouldn’t give two shits. I'll be fine, Mom. I just need some sleep.”