Though my job may be god awful, my love life is very blissful
I leave that God awful job for the night and head straight to my girlfriend’s parents’ house in the suburbs.
She is once again waiting for me on the driveway.
I step out of my car and hug her. Soon our hugs become kisses, each one with more passion than the last.
“Why don’t we go to your house? I’m hungry,” She asks.
“All I was going to make tonight was oatmeal.”
“That’s better than what I have here.”
“What exactly do you have here.”
“Nothing. There is no food in the house.”
“Say no more, baby. I’ll feed you.”
With that, she kisses me once more then I open the passenger door for her.
I get in on the driver’s side, start my car and we head to my house.
Finally, we make it.
I step out of my car, open the door for her then open the gate of my hurricane fence.
As we cut across my yard, my neighbors are shouting and arguing.
Hurriedly we walk into my house.
It is cold, so I turn my floor furnace on.
After I hear the burners ignite, my girlfriend and I walk into the kitchen and I prepare some Always Save Instant Oatmeal.
As the food cooks in my old microwave oven, my girlfriend asks me, “How was your day?”
“Awful,” I reply.
“Baby, I don’t want to bring my work problems home to you.”
“But I want to be supportive of you, because of all you do for me, so what happened?”
“Well, I was on my break texting you. The coworkers can definitely tell how happy you make me. There’s the janitor, he’s foreign but he’s good to me and he speaks highly of both of us. Then there is the deli cook, she is so hateful and rude.”
“What did she do?”
“Well I was telling the janitor how I am lucky to have you in my life and that I revere you, which I truly do, and the cook said that you were slutty and just pretend to be innocent. It made me so angry because I know the opposite is true. So I told her that you were actually a virgin and then she wanted to know how old you were. I told her it was none of her business and for her to get a life. Then she threatened me with her boxcutter.”
My girlfriend then pets my hair and kisses me multiple times as she says, “Next time she picks a fight with you, ignore her. I know you want to stand up for me but your personal safety is more important. Besides, I want you all to myself alive and kicking!”
I blush, then I tell my girlfriend, as I rub her sides “Oh baby if only you knew how much I love you.”
“I think I have an idea and by the way, I love you just as much!” She tells me, placing her head on my chest.
My bowl of oatmeal is done, so I take it out of the microwave and place her bowl in and start it up again.
My girlfriend then says, “You said several things happened, what else?”
“Well I got back to work and there was this gentleman who was shopping for fish and remoulade sauce for his meeting. I assisted him in finding the sauce and then I paged someone to seafood to get him the fish. While waiting for the seafood workers to come, we talked. My boss didn’t like me talking to him, so he ordered me to get back to work. The gentleman didn’t like the way I was treated so long story short he canceled his order. I was disciplined and now I have to stock the boxed gelatin all by myself from now on and boxed gelatin is the hardest thing to stock. They’re trying to make me quit, but I know I cannot find any other job and I won’t be able to pay my bills or take care of you.”
“I know you can write those beautiful stories and my dad knows people who can get you published. Then you’ll never have to work for those hateful people again. All I have to do is talk to my dad.”
“When do you think I can meet him?”
“Let’s try for Christmas Day.”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The microwave beeper goes off indicating that her oatmeal is done as well.
I take the bowls and place them on my dining room table. Then I pour us each a glass of Best Choice Whole Milk.
After I serve dinner, we say grace.
As we eat I tell my girlfriend, “Now I told you about my day, how was yours?”
“Mine was awful too.”
“Well, I was listening to music in my room. I thought the volume was low enough, but it woke my mom up. She came into my room ordering me to lower the music. So I did. Then she accused me of stealing her Xanax and I swore up and down that I didn’t, but she didn’t believe me and she threatened to beat me for stealing them. So I called my dad and he intervened. She found her pills and then took more and crashed on the sofa. All I had to eat today was the last can of cling peaches, well until you gave me this oatmeal.”
I hug her and hold her hands.
We share a kiss once more.
I’m now so worried about my girlfriend’s safety. I wish she could come live with me where she would be safe from her abusive mother, but she isn’t of age to legally do that yet and even if she was, I have such a great reverence for her that I wouldn’t dare ask her to live in sin with me. Still, I want to protect her as much as possible.
I look at her in admiration wondering what she is thinking.
Suddenly she begins to speak, “You know, I’ll be eighteen in just a few short weeks. How would you feel if I moved in with you when that time comes?”
Oh, my, I read that people with strong emotional connections can have synchronous thoughts. We certainly just did.
I collect myself and say, “Yes. I would be all for that. I love you and want to spend as much time together with you as possible.”
She smiles at me from ear to ear and we finish eating dinner.
I look at the clock on the wall and realize I need to be rested for work tomorrow.
My girlfriend then says, “I’m getting sleepy, but I know I won’t get any sleep if I go back to my mom’s house and my dad is having a meeting all the way into the morning. Can I crash here tonight?”
“Sure, let me just prepare the extra bedroom for you.”
“Thank you so much. I would like to sleep in the same bed as you but I don’t want to get you in trouble.”
We kiss gently and I prepare the extra bedroom for her.
I tuck her in and she kisses me once more.
I then go to my bed and dream many dreams about her.