Slammed by My Ma’am

By Reagan Snow

Laundry on the floor, dishes in the sink, and a lazy husband on the couch. This is not acceptable...

Letting my husband stay at home instead of finding a job was not the right decision — I know that now. I cannot live like this so, fed up, I kicked him out. When he came crawling back, promising to do anything for a second chance, I decided to find out exactly what he meant by *anything*.
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“And now...round two,” my mind concluded.
I walked back into the apartment and straight to the entertainment center. I grabbed the video game console from the shelf, pulling it out far enough to get at the cables in the back. I yanked the connections loose and headed back to the balcony. I was so mad that I was foolishly planning my aim (wanting to be sure to hit the pavement and cause maximum destruction) and thus missed that John was standing in my way.
“You leave that the hell alone,” he said quietly. I could see the anger in his eyes.
“No. I am done with you laying around the house doing nothing all day,” I said in a low menacing tone. “I have let you go this long without having a job and you can continue to not have a job, but you are going to do something around here that isn’t playing games and making a mess.”

• Language: English
• Publisher: Reagan Snow
• Release date: Aug 28, 2016
• ISBN: 9781370633395

Reagan Snow

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Slammed by My Ma’am

Slammed by My Ma’am

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Reagan Snow

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Slammed by My Ma’am

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About Reagan Snow

Copyright © 2016 by Reagan Snow

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, scanned, or distributed in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author except in the case of brief quotation embodied in critical articles and reviews.

All characters in this story are 18 and over.

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Y ou could have taken out the trash or washed the dishes. Would it have been too much for you to throw in a load of laundry? I yelled at him as I roughly chucked towels into the washer.

Just as hard as it would be for you to not nag me the moment you walk through the door, my husband John shot back.

"So expecting you to actually do something while you are sitting at home all day, every day, is too much to ask and my bringing it up when I get home from being at work all day is nagging?" I fired back as I slammed the lid closed on the washer and hit the Start button.

You have no idea what I do all day, he responded with a hint of venom in his voice.

"You are right, but I know what you don’t do while I am at work making money, I said, cutting him off. Money that feeds you and clothes you and puts gas in your car and video games in your damn machine. All I am asking for is some help. I am not asking you to do everything. I am just asking for a little bit of help. But I realize now that I have stepped over the line." Sarcasm and bitterness tinged my voice.

You think I like knowing that this is how every day is going to end?? he demanded, his voice rising in volume.

And you think that I enjoy knowing that, at the end of the day, it is not really the end of the day?? I walked back into the living room and picked his gym shorts up off the floor, next to the couch. Really? Really? You think it is all cupcakes and lollipops knowing that when I walk through that door, that I can’t kick my shoes off, have a glass of wine, and forget how exhausted I am? Instead, I get to keep working. I get to clean and cook and balance the checkbook and pay the bills and do the laundry and wash the dishes and all the other things that my husband doesn’t want to help me with!

I threw the shorts back towards the laundry room, anger causing my aim to go wide. The gym shorts landed on the kitchen counter instead. I ignored it.

"You don’t have to do any of those things right when you get home so it is not my fault that you make the choice to do all of that stuff right when you come home," he said, starting to shout.

"And when, exactly, do you think this is all going to get done if it isn’t