Chapter 1: A Bottle of Wine
It had only started as one glass. One glass led to two. Then three. Before she knew it her bottle was empty, and it wasn't even 5pm yet.
Did that make her a drunk? What would the neighbors think?
She pushed herself off the pristine white couch, and walked across her well decorated living room to the large window that overlooked her yard.
All she saw were perfect, upper class homes. They all had perfect yards, which were maintained by hired help, and they all contained "perfect" families inside.
At that moment it dawned in her. The thought just smacked her right in the face.
She hated them. She hated those perfect families.
Chapter 2: A Little History...
Ina had sworn she wouldn't turn out like her mother. Trapped at home with five screaming kids and a husband whose idea of conversation was a grunt to signal his need for beer.
No. When she got married to Peter she had sworn up and down that things would be different, and they were.
Peter was sweet... ish. He was nice enough, smart as could be, and could hold an intelligent conversation. He was also dull, and a bit full of himself. He was an attorney (corporate of course), and was considered one of the last remaining yuppies.
He was good looking though. Tall, broad shouldered, with a model perfect face. He was what her mother would have called a "catch". Ina had thought so at first, but lately... Lately she was thinking she might want to institute a "catch" and release policy.
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