She put down her ***** Collins that kept her body and mouth cool on the long hot summer days of late July  and said "we need to talk" her eyes shifted away from the man in front of her as he looked up from his near emptied glass of scotch and soda, the only telling sign that she was uncomfortable with the topic she wished to discuss.

He already knew what she wished to talk about. He had known for almost three weeks if she would've waited two more days to bring it up. He always saw patterns in life where non existed and with her it was no different. First her hair changed. Sometimes it was a hair cut and other times it was a dye job and other times it was both. She decided to go with purple streaks in her fading black hair this time. She talked about cutting it but was afraid she wouldn't look cute enough anymore. Second was the collection of new admirers. She had no real female friends so she would befriend guys and they would feed her ego and tell her she looked good and she could do better and if they were together and other lies that men tell women just to bed them that women always fall for. Sometimes an affair was involved and sometimes it wasn't. He was never sure to believe her when she told him in the end. His trust had become nonexistent in these later years of their relationship. And lastly were the texts from her friends. The words would flicker on screen and she would reach for her phone and block it the best she could from anyone's eyes but her own. He had not read any of these texts but had caught names here and there and she would always say she was talking to her mother. Her mother had some manly names. His mind would make up conversations worse than what was being said and he never believed them but they were there in his thoughts always playing. He knew for  three weeks save two days that she was hiding something from him and now was the time to talk about it. She wanted to talk about their marriage. He wanted to end his troubles.