Noah
I was at my wit’s end with Phyllis. She didn’t seem to understand my needs, and wasn’t willing to do anything to help me satiate them. I was starting to think that we’d simply grown apart, and that there was no fixing it. Even though I wanted to get a divorce, have a clean split, and start over with myself, I knew it wasn’t as easy as it sounded.
It was a Saturday night, and Phyllis had already passed out. I was alone in the basement, watching sports highlights and sipping on a tall glass of whiskey on the rocks.
Liv arrived home earlier than I expected from the movie she went to see with friends, and came downstairs to say hello.
“Whiskey huh? What’s going on?” she asked.
“Oh, nothing.” I said, having a sip.
“It’s mom isn’t it? And sex.” she said. I perked up, wondering how she
