It was 6am. Dirk's fiancee's morning sickness had frightened the dog, which promptly shit on the carpet. Rolling himself out of bed, and silently cursing God that a meteor hadn't killed him in his sleep, Dirk went into the kitchen to gather up a towel. It had all happened so fast...the Espresso Wedding (which would end up costing them almost 10 grand), moving into her apartment, the massive sell-off of his computer, XBox360, and all associated games and toys, the pregnancy. What seemed like a good idea had turned south.
Dirk reached into the cabinet to pull out the 409 as his wife screamed, "Don't forget to pick up the Chunky Monkey! Oooh, and I need to go pick up some new clothes since you destroyed mine...oh god...." and then more vomiting. In fact, Dirk hadn't "destroyed" her clothes. When she gained 30 pounds, she had blamed him for her clothes not fitting.
He glanced toward the place where he had his only remaining toy: a Glock 19. He had begged to keep it, saying that he needed to protect his new family. She consented on the condition that she allow her parents to move in while they were looking for a house nearby. He ran his hand over the pristine weapon, admiring the craftsmanship, the newly cleaned barrel's dull sheen. Nearby, a single hollow-point bullet with the word "Freedom" scrawled on it...a reminder of when she came home drunk again, spewing vomit and insults at him for not being there. Sure, so she could vomit in his car, not the other two guys she "may or may not have" been flirting with. At least they were nice enough to not stay after she took off her clothes and vomited on the dog. He wrote the word on the bullet as he stayed up the entire night, nursing her back to health while she still cursed Dirk in her sleep.
Dirk glanced at his phone: no calls. His family had stopped talking to him after he didn't invite them to his Puerto Rico wedding. In fact, the wife had demanded this. Dirk silently hoped that they would understand, that they would look past what he had done and still want to be around. But they were people, and you can't treat people like that and expect them to be around...well...except Dirk.
He sighed as he cleaned up the dog shit. One day, when he gathered up what courage and self-respect he had left, he would do it. He would finally take the plunge that had been on his mind for so long.
He would taste Freedom.
edit:// We called of the engagement. I'm moving back into my place.
edit2:// I called it off.