This is my first story so please be nice!!
The front door slammed shut and I went sulking off to my bedroom after yet another argument with Sam, it's all we seem to do lately. This one was over the fact that I wasn't in the mood for a session.
To be honest I just wasn't in the mood to even look at him, he has been out of work for the last 4 months and has turned into a slob, sleeping half the day away then spending the afternoons playing on the Xbox while I'm busting my ass off doing overtime when I can to make ends meet.
Today his mate Kurt had been around judging on the state of the living room with the empty cans and pizza boxes everywhere. To top it off I had to be up early in the morning as I had an appointment with the nurse for a smear test and the last thing I wanted was to be awake half the night with his lager and garlic breath in my face. Now that he's gone though I'm led wide awake, tossing and turning so may-be it wouldn't have been such a bad idea after all.
The following morning, I got up and could hear Sam's snores coming from the living room, I didn't hear him come in so I must have dropped off into a deep sleep at some point although I didn't feel like I had had any sleep. I went into the bathroom to shower and have a quick spruce up in preparation for my smear and may-be some makeup sex later, which is always the best sex, although looking at him sprawled out dribbling on the settee I have second thoughts. I do still love him, I think...but.
Anyway, I got dressed and had some breakfast then left to go to the surgery. I absolutely hate coming here, especially being sat in the waiting room with whiny, snotty nose kids and people coughing and spluttering everywhere insisting they have the flu. I'm sat flicking through an ancient copy of OK magazine when finally, my name is called.