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Nightmares. They often plagued Steven Stone, usually centered around his unusually vicious wife, Janelle. In one of them, two uniformed police officers came to question Janelle, if not to arrest her, and she didn't appreciate it at all. She shoved the officers out of the house so fast, giving them no time to draw their weapons.
He watched in stunned horror from the living room window as she guided them onto the driveway and snatched their weapons from them before they could be used against her.
"Get the fuck out of here and don't ever come back to my house again! And take your fucking toys with you too!" Janelle screamed, motioning to the guns and cans of pepper spray she whipped towards the street where the cruiser was parked.
One of the officers ran for cover in the cruiser, too scared to even bother to take the time to grab a weapon and use it. But Janelle was quick to grab the more resistant officer, who was throwing punches at her, all of which Janelle dodged before she bent down, grabbed the officer by the ankles, and lifted him right off his feet as if he weighed nothing. His backside hit the concrete with a sharp thud as he struggled in both fear and disbelief to free himself from the crazy woman.
Meanwhile, Steven still couldn't bring himself to be intimate with his wife in real life. She not only had a constant musty odor about her that turned him off, but he just couldn't get into the idea of making love to someone who could be so cruel and callous.
Janelle continued to whine about the lack of sex and questioned how the hell they would ever produce a child. Again Steven suggested getting someone else, but as any idiot would know, that meant leaving him first. Not going out and seeing who she could sleep with long enough to get pregnant and then expect to raise it together as their own.
Before this happened, Janelle's longtime friend Byron tried to encourage them to get a little closer by giving them a gift card so they could treat themselves to a romantic dinner at a nice restaurant and then a romantic night at home together.
In the back of Janelle's mind, she had a feeling that sure, they could go out to eat and use the gift card to pay for it, but she still wouldn't get any when they got home. But she was going to act like she would anyway.
However, one thing to help ensure Janelle would be left dry was her blatant rudeness to a guy who took too long to get out of her way so she could open her car door once they arrived in the restaurant's parking lot.
"I'm sorry," the guy said after Janelle yelled at him. "I didn't hear you, ma’am."
"I was pounding on the window and shouting really loud," Janelle insisted.
The guy apologized again, and Steven and Janelle headed into the restaurant. Janelle noticed the forlorn expression on her husband's face when they were seated and asked what was wrong.
"I just don't understand why you have to be so rude," he said.
Janelle looked at her husband, confused and surprised. "Are you serious? The guy was the one who was rude by ignoring me. He definitely heard and saw me, so he knew I was waiting to open the door."
"Yeah, well, whatever," Steven muttered, knowing it was pointless to argue with his wife.
"Why are you mad at me?"
He shrugged.
Janelle ate aggressively that night, as she often did when she was angry, jamming her fork into her food harshly. Eventually, she simmered down and tried to make small talk with her husband as if nothing had happened, insisting she just wanted a pleasant evening with him. "Both in and out of bed," she added with a suggestive wink.
But of course, Steven gave no indication that he was on the same page and eventually began to yawn.
"Why are you yawning?"
"I'm just tired," he answered in a snotty tone as if it was rude of Janelle to ask.
Janelle let her irritation show because she knew damn well what he meant. Even so, she still held onto a tiny little thread of hope that they would get together that night because that's how stubborn and determined she was, despite Byron’s warnings. Besides, wasn’t the guy still human with human needs?
Byron could coax and encourage them, but as he eventually told Janelle, "I wouldn't expect things to change if I were you. Steven just isn't into you for whatever reason, be it because of the weight gain or something else, and he definitely doesn't seem to want a child. I know it will be really hard for you to strike out on your own again and get a job and a place of your own, but unless you don't mind living with someone you consider just a roommate, I think you'd be better off getting out of there."
But Janelle wasn't going anywhere or giving up the free ride in life she had. Her attitude was hey, why should she have to find work, move out, and be independent just because her husband wasn’t normal with his “deadbeat dick,” as she referred to his manhood in her journal many times?
Sure enough, all hope was lost when they returned home, and Steven wanted to turn in early.
As Janelle sat alone in the living room, tears threatening to spill from her eyes, even she knew Steven’s tiredness couldn't be a coincidence. There was always something. Always. She couldn't ignore the pattern no matter how much she wanted to. She really wasn't going to get anywhere with the guy.
It was time to get someone else to get her pregnant… just as he suggested.
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