A/N: Hello, this is something I wrote and my friend edited (She was really helpful). It was for my creative writing class and I thought I would post this just for fun. It's a nice, short flash fiction...maybe not nice though...

Enjoy!!

My husband, Mikey, and I are, well, let’s just say that, we are a little below middle class. All of our conversations always seemed to lead to money. It drove me crazy, but I supported his wild dreams. However, all this talk of money and dreams for some reason led me to believe that he wasn’t happy with me and he was looking for someone else to fulfill this empty spot. I never brought it up because I thought I could trust him so, I left the subject alone. Anyway, I decided to drive to the park one day, to surprise him and join him in his daily jog. There I found, this French chick with her nasty little hands all over my man! As he stares at her and smiles a smile that is meant for me and me alone, my hands clench the steering wheel. It takes forever, but finally they leave, and Mikey stares at my car, noticing that it’s strangely familiar. My foot jerked and slammed on the gas as they crossed the street. Fortunately, I had a seatbelt on because boy, that was a bumpy ride.

A/N: Yep that's it, I hope you liked it!!