Astrid did not miss the plaid skirt and baby blue blouse bunched up at the dirty couch by the wall. Astrid recognized those clothes. They belonged to ...rooklynn. It was her school uniform. Among the bunch of girl’s uniform were a pink bra, a matching cotton panties, and a mechanical watch her father bought for her on her last birthday. By the couch was her bag and hanging from the zipper was a student ID. Astrid picked up the bag and checked the student ID attached to it. Sure enough, the ID. The point is that I’ve come to the conclusion that my marriage is over. At age 24 I have to deal with the fact that I’ve wasted time on a man who barely talks to me anymore. We still have sex once in awhile but I feel like he is just going through the motions, barely enjoying what I give to only him exclusively. Mark has a great paying job as a business man, I am equally well off with my own job. So I’ve decided I have the means to leave Mark even if it feels like I’m dying little by little. He'd realized that she might accidentally brush up against his growing erection, and he didn't want things to go that far.Christine was stunned (and disappointed) by his withdrawal, and immediately looked around. She half expected a group of masked men holding baseball bats to be standing behind her, but the coast was clear. In fact, there wasn't a single person to be seen anywhere. That was dumb, she thought. I can't lose my focus! Not here, not now.A bit more miffed at herself than at him,. But those days are long gone, due to his descent into mad obsessions about perceived wrongs done to his family decades ago. But Frank (my husband) did say something: “Don’t forget to get me a 12-pack of beer before you get home tonight.” I let into him. “You haven’t had a job in 9 years. You sit around the house all day moping or you go drinking with your brother or you go file more legal papers about your family that get you nowhere. You have a car and a driver’s license, so get off your ass.