My Girl
by Laurence MacDonald
Genre: Drama
Swearwords: None.
Description: The ups and downs of living with my girl.
Swearwords: None.
Description: The ups and downs of living with my girl.
Sometimes I look at her, I mean, really look at her and she looks at me and it's like we sort of understand something deep that goes beyond words and language. I have to admit, those times I kinda love her in a funny way. I know she really loves me though – it's pretty obvious and it's unconditional too. Yes; all said and done, my girl has always cared for me and looked after me really good and I mean the world to her, I know that for sure.
But don't get me wrong, there are times when I can't be bothered with her. For a start, I get ticked-off when she's out too long at work or on an evening with the girls. I mean, she's all huggy-huggy-kissy-kissy when she comes home but that doesn't make up for it. I give her the cold treatment – I shame her – and if she ever complains or laughs at me – well, that's when the spare bed does just fine! Those occasions always upset her more than me – it's her loss and she always regrets it but I never give in. Oh no, she doesn't get any favours until the next day and, even then, only if I feel like it.
The truth is, she's strange. She likes a bit of bad treatment too. For a start, she likes me to be jealous of her time, and to show it. She gets a kick out of it when I stop her doing her home-working and stuff. Of course she complains; huffs and puffs, sighs and so on, but before you know it, she's gone all soft and I'm on her in a flash. She thinks I'm too demanding but she wouldn't want it any other way. And here's another thing: I can get her jealous easy as anything. The minute I'm too friendly with any of her mates she gets all agitated and antsy – it's so funny, it really is, like she's that insecure or something. I mean, am I going to drop her and run off? No way, I've got it too easy where I am, thanks all the same. No, I do what I need to and keep her doing right by me: I just have to give her the look and she starts cuddling and petting and, if I wanted, I could be in that silly big fluffy pink bed every night. You can have too much of a good thing though and I don't like to give her too much too often. It's kinda cool 'cos it's like I mostly set the agenda – suits me just fine.
Like I say, she's often weird and hard to work out, but the only time she goes totally ape is when I give her presents: that's what I can't figure out at all. I mean, c'mon, what's not to like about having a mouse brought to you in bed in the morning?
But don't get me wrong, there are times when I can't be bothered with her. For a start, I get ticked-off when she's out too long at work or on an evening with the girls. I mean, she's all huggy-huggy-kissy-kissy when she comes home but that doesn't make up for it. I give her the cold treatment – I shame her – and if she ever complains or laughs at me – well, that's when the spare bed does just fine! Those occasions always upset her more than me – it's her loss and she always regrets it but I never give in. Oh no, she doesn't get any favours until the next day and, even then, only if I feel like it.
The truth is, she's strange. She likes a bit of bad treatment too. For a start, she likes me to be jealous of her time, and to show it. She gets a kick out of it when I stop her doing her home-working and stuff. Of course she complains; huffs and puffs, sighs and so on, but before you know it, she's gone all soft and I'm on her in a flash. She thinks I'm too demanding but she wouldn't want it any other way. And here's another thing: I can get her jealous easy as anything. The minute I'm too friendly with any of her mates she gets all agitated and antsy – it's so funny, it really is, like she's that insecure or something. I mean, am I going to drop her and run off? No way, I've got it too easy where I am, thanks all the same. No, I do what I need to and keep her doing right by me: I just have to give her the look and she starts cuddling and petting and, if I wanted, I could be in that silly big fluffy pink bed every night. You can have too much of a good thing though and I don't like to give her too much too often. It's kinda cool 'cos it's like I mostly set the agenda – suits me just fine.
Like I say, she's often weird and hard to work out, but the only time she goes totally ape is when I give her presents: that's what I can't figure out at all. I mean, c'mon, what's not to like about having a mouse brought to you in bed in the morning?
About the Author
Born in Edinburgh and now living in Fife, Laurence MacDonald only began writing short stories in 2016, but has already had two of his stories published in anthologies and another featured in a podcast in the USA. He intends to complete a collection of supernatural short fiction set in the 19th century.