A marriage in trouble

Deb immediately started complaining about the price of the coffee, the wait in line and anything else she could find. The world was wrong, only she was right. Joyce clenched her teeth and waited patiently for 12:40 to roll around. Waiting for Jack to cross the street.

At 12:50, he came walking across the street, not a care in the world. Even looking happy. “That fucking bastard. He’s never happy when I’m home. He’s getting some and he’s happy. He’s gonna pay. He’s probably paying for it anyway, who the fuck would want that piece of shit of a husband.”

Deb and Joyce kept their distance, but followed him to the elevators. They watched as he got into an empty elevator. As the doors were closing, Deb and Joyce charged in.

“You fucking pathetic lowlife, gonna see Jenifer? Well, we’re coming with you. If you’re man enough to see somebody on the side, you damn well better be man enough to have your wife and sister-in-law see too!”

Jack listened patiently, and was not a bit ruffled. This started to unnerve Deb a little bit. “No problem with that Deb, and you too Joyce.” And the elevator became eerily quiet. With all the yelling and screaming and anger leaving Deb’s mouth in the past several years, the silence was deafening. Finally the door opened and he walked to an office door and they all walked in. There on the waiting room wall a sign, “Jennifer Constance, Social Worker, Individual, Family, Couples and Group Counseling”. Hearing them enter, 60 year old Jenifer came to the waiting room and smiled.