Alone in a relationship

She sat on the couch, board. watching the drone of the TV news reporter blathering. The news was depressing, but that’s what he wanted to watch. She dressed up nicely looking forward to going out, but it seems he settled in his TV watching mode. She spent the time to make herself as attractive as she could. Spent a day at the salon, getting her nails done, she even went to the spa, and painfully remove her hair. All this in an attempt to pull herself up from the depression she’s been dealing with.

In the beginning his attention was not difficult to maintain, his vigor and wanting seemed to be all that was needed. Now years later his attention had weaned. Her attempts for attention, the flicker of the TV screen or his phone seems to command most of his attention. Leaving her to wonder and reminisce to a time when she was the center of his attention.

She planned this evening’s events, but neglected to take into account his willingness to participate. He seemed to be the flaw in her plan. So there she sat staring into the abyss of the TV, lost in her own thought, and feelings of neglect.

Depression set in, as she held back the tears, his body slumped on the couch, and the deep breath of his sleep began to set in. She stood up and walked out of the room, leaving the TV on. She walked to the bathroom to let her emotions loose. Leaning on the sink she stared into her own eyes reflected in the mirror.

She grabbed a Kleenex, and supped up the tears welling up at the bottom of her eyelids. She turned and looked at the full size mirror on the back of the bathroom door. Looking at herself, she picked out all the flaws she could see. She focused on her wrinkles, crows feet, she felt fat, and ugly. Her self-esteem could not be lower. In all actuality, her little dress hugged her body, as her curves are greatly focused. Her breast heaved over the top, her lipstick, makeup was purposeful, she is beautiful.

Her legs are long, toned and smooth. Her creamy slightly tanned skin, really made her red hair stand out. She is stunning, but in her mind she was not worth anyone’s time. All of her efforts to stimulate some attention had failed. She calmed herself, and resigned to getting ready for bed.

She reached back and unzipped her dress, and slipped out of it with a wiggle and let it drop to the floor. She glanced at the mirror, with judgmental eyes. Her matching bra and panties were so cute on the mannequin when she saw them in the mall window. Pink with blue polka dots with matching lace bows centered in both bra and thong. Both lined with dark fabric on the edges. Against her skin it marked where and how beautiful and luscious her curves are.

She resolved to throw on her PJ and go to bed. The sound of snoring penetrated the bathroom door. She sighed and let out a slow breath. She reached the thin band of the thongs and pulled them down to the floor. Her smooth legs ended at the curve of her smooth pussy.

She reached back, began to fiddle with the clasp of her bra. Her phone chimed with a new text message.

Her best friend texted her “what’s up?” She smiled. They had been friends since grade school, and remained friends in college, and to this day continued their friendship. They both acted like sisters, and knew each other’s secrets. Earlier in their friendship they seemed to have a connection, and had the ability to have conversations without a word.

This made the guys who they dated a bit uncomfortable, as they shared everything in life and relationships. Nothing seemed to be able to break their bond, and less secured men who have come and gone out of their life were threatened by it.