Your Turn to Suffer by Tim Waggoner (the ebook reader .txt) 📕

and get in. Sharilyn didn’t want to let her, but Darlene was drenched, and she looked cold, too. Reluctantly she nodded and pressed the control on the arm of the door to disengage the car locks. Darlene gave her a grateful smile, then she hurried around the back of the car. When she reached the door, she opened it, slid into the seat, and closed the door behind her.

“God, I’m so wet.”

Darlene wasn’t the type to make double entendres, but Sharilyn couldn’t help wondering if that was how she’d meant the comment. They hadn’t been together sexually for over a month now.

“I can’t talk,” Sharilyn said. “I’m late for work.”

She didn’t like how icy her tone was, but she couldn’t help it. The last thing she wanted to do right now was deal with her crazy ex.

Darlene ignored her statement. No surprise there.

“It’s so good to see you, Shar.”

Her voice was soft and Marilyn Monroe-breathy, almost a little girl’s voice, which clashed with her sharp features and startlingly green eyes. This contrast had been one of the things that had initially attracted Sharilyn to Darlene. Now she found it repulsive.

“You need to stop doing this shit,” Sharilyn said. She glanced briefly sideways at Darlene, but she didn’t want to meet those green eyes, didn’t want to give her the slightest sign of encouragement.

Then why the hell did you let her into your car? she thought.

She told herself to shut the fuck up.

“I miss you,” Darlene said. There was sadness in her voice, along with an edge of petulance, like a child frustrated she couldn’t have what she wanted right now.

Sharilyn had actually met Darlene here at Go Mart. Darlene had filled up the tank of her Prius, and afterward she’d come inside to buy a diet soda and a bag of peach rings – gummy candies that Sharilyn couldn’t stand. Darlene was eight years older than Sharilyn, and she carried herself with an easy confidence that Sharilyn envied. Darlene smiled as she placed her items on the counter for Sharilyn to ring up, and she looked directly into her eyes and held her gaze without looking away. Sharilyn had taken that as an invitation.

“Do you really like those things?” Sharilyn held up the bag of peach rings. “They’re way too sweet for me.”

“I love them,” Darlene said, still holding her gaze. “They’re great after sex.”

The comment had caught Sharilyn off guard, and she lost her grip on the bag of candy. It hit the counter, and both women looked at it for a moment, then looked back at each other. An instant later they started laughing.

They’d dated for nine months after that. Darlene had begun suggesting she move in with her after the first week they’d been together. In retrospect, Sharilyn knew she should’ve seen this as a red flag. Suggesting soon became urging which then became a combination of pleading and nagging. Darlene was an elementary school art teacher, and whenever she wasn’t working, she wanted to spend time with Sharilyn. She resented Sharilyn working, resented her spending time with friends or with her grandmother. Darlene wanted her to quit her two jobs.

I may not make a ton of money, but I make enough to support the two of us. If you didn’t have to work, you could spend more time on school. You could take out loans to pay for classes, and I can help you out financially too. The more time you study, the higher your grade point average will be when you graduate, and then you’ll have a better chance of getting into a really good law school.

Sharilyn’s ultimate career goal was to become a lawyer, and Darlene’s argument was tempting. But Sharilyn knew that Darlene’s primary motivation for making it was to free up more of her time so she could spend it with her. It wasn’t that Darlene didn’t care about Sharilyn’s education, but it was definitely a secondary consideration for her. Sharilyn had almost given in. Even if Darlene claimed a lot of her time, she figured she’d still end up with more hours to study than she had right now. Grandma knew she was a lesbian and was completely cool with it, although she wasn’t completely sold on Darlene as a partner for Sharilyn. And Grandma was still old-fashioned enough to believe two people should take the time to thoroughly get to know one another before taking such a big step as cohabiting.

On the other hand, maybe Darlene’s neediness wouldn’t be so bad if they were together more often throughout the week. Then again, maybe it would remain the same or perhaps even get worse. She realized then that she’d begun to think of Darlene as an emotional black hole, an endless void that could never be filled, no matter how much time and attention a lover gave her. The following day after having this realization, Sharilyn broke up with her.

Darlene, surprisingly, had seemed to take it well. She didn’t argue, cry, yell, promise that she’d change, or tell Sharilyn that she’d regret this decision for the rest of her life. She’d asked Sharilyn if she was sure this was what she wanted, and when Sharilyn said it was, she’d said okay. To say Darlene’s reaction was anticlimactic was an understatement, but Sharilyn had been so relieved that she hadn’t questioned it. But of course it wasn’t over between them – not by a long shot.

Darlene began sending texts, leaving voicemails, having presents delivered to her grandmother’s house – flowers, jewelry, cute stuffed animals, gourmet chocolates…. She’d park her Prius across the street at night and watch the house, hoping to catch a glimpse of Sharilyn, who’d peek through her bedroom curtains periodically throughout sleepless nights to see if she was still out there. Darlene began following her after that, driving two or three cars behind Sharilyn, trying not to look too obvious and failing. Darlene had never stalked her at work before, though, and she’d never tried to make actual contact