Most of Jenna's days were the same. She picked out things for her wedding registry and made phone calls to confirm the plans for the wedding. She made dinner or went through the drive-through. She cleaned and packed their lunches for the next day while she wondered where her fiance was. He had been getting home later and later each night and she knew that there was something wrong, she just didn't want to admit it. She knew the days of her relationship were numbered. She just had no clue how close she really was to the end until the night he came home drunk and smelling of another woman.
"Why do you smell like perfume, Nick? Huh? Answer me," she had screamed at him. She remembered the way he had rolled his eyes like her question wasn't even fair to ask.
"Why does it even matter? It's not like you want anything to do with me. When is the last time we had sex? I was trying to think about it today but I couldn't remember the last time. Can you?"
"Last month," she said readily. She had thought about it often. She recalled the way he had touched her as if it was a chore.
"You're right. You do remember. It wasn't very good, was it? Face it, Jenna. This marriage is over before it even began. It doesn't matter who I'm fucking or not fucking."
"Who is she? It matters to me!" Their eyes met and he looked down, ashamed of himself for what he had been doing. She knew that he was cheating. She even knew who the other woman was. She was a brunette named Sandy Barnes. She frequented the same bar that they went to on the nights they were able to go out and have a good time.
"Would you ever do a threesome with Sandy?" he had asked Jenna one night while they were out.
"I'm not into women, Nick. You know that."
"I thought maybe with the right woman you would be freer."
"The right woman?"
"She's very special," Nick had said and Jenna had known then that he was interested in her. She knew she couldn't stop the events that were already in progress and yet she hoped that her relationship with Nick would somehow survive his obsession with Sandy.
"I think we should break up, Jenna. I'm not in love with you anymore," his words hung in the air and she wondered if she had heard him right. She had heard him say this in her dreams a million times. Sometimes she was happy, other times she was devastated. Now that it was really happening, she was numb.
"Get out!" she screamed, running to the front door and throwing it open. "Get the fuck out of this house! I don't want you here anymore you cheating, lying, piece of shit!"
"I don't want you either, you uptight prude! At least Sandy is open to threesomes. You never even gave them a chance!"
"Fuck you!" she screamed as she pushed him out of the house and locked the deadbolt behind him. She allowed herself to sob loudly for several minutes before she paused, realizing that she was alone. She had the house to herself and she was no longer engaged. She thought about updating her Facebook status but when she opened her phone she saw an app she hadn't opened in a while called Swing Low. She opened it up and looked through the messages she had accrued during her absence.
"Oh my Gosh!" she exclaimed as she scrolled through all of the messages. One was from a woman and this made Jenna more interested. Nick had been right. She had never been open to women, but now, as she looked at this woman's pictures she realized that this would be the perfect woman to try lesbian stuff with. She would show Nick! She would fuck a girl! She messaged the girl back and was shocked to get an immediate response.
"Want to come over? I'm having a little party."
