My boss and I. He’s cheating, I’m dying and no one knows.
He’s much older. He’s been married for over 20 years. He’s overweight. He’s balding. He has a weird sniffing pantyhose fetish that his wife doesn’t know about. He’s rich and powerful. He’s in the papers. He’s not my type. He’s got very bad breath. He has an unhealthy addiction to tweezers. He’s got small feet but hung like one of the many stallions he owns. He’s healthy. He uses Viagra and I don’t mind. He is a gentle lover but sometimes after a few brandy’s he gets a little rough and calls me names. He’s caring. He’s unhappy. He’s thinking of buying me a place a few miles away so he can see me more. “To keep my beautiful smiling face closer” he says to me. He’s talked about putting together a secret slush fund of sorts for me. He’s a good father. He owns companies. He gives to charity on a regular basis. He’s in love with me.
I’m younger than him. I’m recently separated. I’m overweight.I have short hair. I like greek food and sex. I’m not rich and not powerful. I have rolling papers. I don’t have a type. My breath is fine it is my feet that stink. I have a unhealthy addiction to lavalife. I’ve got small feet and medium-sized boobs. I am HIV positive and haven’t yet told him. I use Zoloft and I don’t mind. I’m a dead lay and after a few drinks I pass out. I’m uncaring. I’m thinking about getting someone to burn down my home so my husband cant’ fight me for it. I have no money in the bank. I am a terrible wife. I own nothing of value. I am in love with no one.
I am starting to look sick and I can’t tell him. Part of me hopes I die soon do I don’t have to deal with the whole drama of telling him. He’s older and probably won’t even get infected. My family doesn’t know. I may end up killing myself. Next week is the anniversary of my father’s suicide so hey, might as well. Who said suicide wasn’t hereditary? I don’t know what to do so I turn here. Not sure why. I’ve read the comments some people leave and some are nasty. I might deserve some nasty. I might even need to hear some. Hell. I have a death sentance. It doesn’t get any nastier that that.