The Perfect Memento

Cheap shots and you're off. 

Taxi ride, who's place? His. 

Do you have it, do you want it, 

Will you do it, yes, yes, of course. 

Oh God, it's happening. And then

it's done. You're broken. You 

roll off. And the lights go out. 

12 years for one night. Water. 

All you want is water. Now. 

You leave, with a bad taste and 

beer googles gone. He was a 7 not 

a 10. You idiot. Home. How was your

night honey? Good. You look bad. 

Mummy your home?! Mummy's got 

a headache. You sleep. You wake. 

Please, that was a dream, a bad dream. 

You wouldn't. Couldn't. Didn't. You doubt 

you were safe when you're 3 weeks late. 

Was it worth it. 12 years, 2 kids, 1 husband. 

Teenage sweethearts. The unbreakable's. The 

power couple. The perfect couple. The couple

everyone admired. Kids don't understand, why 

Mummy never comes home. Why Daddy cries 

all the time. Was it their fault? Weren't they 

good? Was it worth it. All that, was it worth it for 

great abs, brilliant blond hair, blue eyes, killer arms, 

and tight jeans. And nine months later you get a memento.