You might think of her as a trophy wife, except for two reasons. One, she's under thirty, and I think that disqualifies her, and two, I think the term...trophy wife refers to someone whose husband left his first wife for, and that didn't happen. On the other hand, you can't call her 'arm candy' either. She's tall enough to be statuesque; most of the bimbos are shorter. Also, despite being a blonde, she has an IQ of over 160, with an undergrad degree from Harvard and a Masters from Wharton School. I could hardly move and I ached all over.Mom let me stay home from school and most of the day I just sat in my room, too tired to read, too tired to play a computer game, too tired to do anything but sit there and stare at the pattern on the wallpaper.Mom brought me a cup of coffee hoping that the caffeine would wake me up. It didn't. Early that night she gave me my sleeping pill and tucked me in for the first time in years. She patted my cheek and told me that she would look in on me later.I. She can come."More giggling. "Okay! We'll both come, then." Looking forward to it." Well, um, I guess until tonight." Until then." The phone clicked. That was weird.Jordan was still busying herself with the decorations in the living room, so I walked over to the den and started up my computer. I tell you, just sitting in front of the desktop was like a breath of fresh air - I was getting so tired of the laptop. While waiting for Windows to load, Jordan walked up behind me, and slammed a heavy. We chatted normal things. She seems to be very happy because she was from other state and all her friends were there in her state. So she got new friend. I asked about her marriage life. Now she turned little nervous. I asked her what happened. She said she is not happy that her husband is living so far from her.I asked her that why her husband is not taking her to his place. She said that he has to work all day and sometimes night also. I told her that she will never be alone as I am ready to.