Maria was giving Tommy the silent treatment. Her skin prickled with resentment ever since she had her birthday forgotten, by her own husband.

But she felt slightly lighter now atleast, sitting with you on her porch. You had always listened, been there for her, when Tommy was a douche.

Personally, you couldn’t understand— comprehend, even— how Tommy could treat Maria of all people like this. Did he even know how lucky he was to have HER as his wife???

Maria scoffed, adding more to her rant as she kept her eyes downcast to her wrist. ”Oh and you know what he said?” she smiled bitterly while she played with the hem of her sleeve. ”Cite this. I’d forget my own birthday if you didn’t remind me when it was.” She shook her subtly in frustration. ”Like, seriously?”