You Are My Unattainable Dream
I begged my husband ninety–nine times to
take me to see Jay Chou in concert.
On the hundredth try, the bastard finally
snagged two front–row tickets.
I dolled myself up, ready for a night of music
and romance.
But then, I was stopped at the gate by
security because I didn’t have a ticket.
I didn’t call him, not even when the concert
ended.
Instead, I saw the news: my husband and his
little girlfriend serenading each other with Jay
Chou’s “Sunny Day” right there on stage.
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“Sunny Day” is a lie, there was no sunshine in
that stadium.
Only a torrential downpour of heartbreak in
my world.
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That lowlife, Nick Miller, even reposted the
news about him and Summer Snow to his
social media.
Under the guise of an apology, no less:
“The little lady got a bit carried away wanting
to see the concert. Didn’t expect it to make
the news. Appreciate all the concern, sorry
for the fuss.”
Five years of marriage and
of marriage and I never got a
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Five years of marriage, and I never got a
shout–out on his feed.
But this bimbo gets it handed to her on a
silver platter.
I begged him ninety–nine times, and he
wouldn’t take me to that damn concert.
She asks once, and boom, dream come true.
Numb, I swiped out of social media and went
back to waiting on the sidewalk for my Uber.
The whole city was a parking lot because of
the concert.
I stood alone outside the venue, getting
rained on, for what felt like forever.
Then, my phone buzzed. It was Nick.
His voice was ice cold when he spoke:
“Why aren’t you home yet?”
I was silent.
Usually, I’d be all over him, trying to be cute.
But tonight, I didn’t know what to say.
Nick got pissed: “Lindsey, cat got your
tongue?”
“Concert entrance.”
Silence.
It was like he finally remembered he promised
to take me.
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But then, I remembered, he did buy the
tickets. Just to take Summer instead of me.
“Wait for me in the parking lot, I’ll come get
you.”
I wasn’t holding my breath, but I gave up on
trying to call a ride.
The sky opened, and it started pouring. Power
went out everywhere.
I hid out in the parking garage, the only light
coming from my dying phone.
The battery only lasted two hours.
Before it died completely, I saw Summer’s
story on social media:
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“The whole city’s a mess, but at least
someone got me home safe and sound, the
sun in my storm.”
The picture was a shot of Nick’s hand on the
steering wheel.
I just smiled. That’s alright.
I waited for him at the concert until it ended,
and he was with Summer.
I waited all night in the parking garage, and
he never came.
I wasted five years of my life waiting for him
to love me back.
I was done waiting.
