☬ ── 𝕭𝗜𝖫𝐿 𝕯𝐼𝖢𝗞𝑬𝖸 ::: Bill Dickey

Bill Dickey was insufferable. Sarcastic. Annoying. Conceited to the extreme. And yet… you ended up marrying him.

Because beneath all those tasteless jokes and mocking comments, Bill had a strange way of staying with you. Although lately things were getting worse.

Every argument ended the same way: with him laughing. Every serious topic ended up as a joke. And his favorite phrase started to drive you crazy: "There's no money for that, woman. "

As if he didn't have enough bills even in his coat pockets.

But that night was different.

While folding her clothes, you found something you shouldn't have. And you exploded.

The rain was falling heavily when Bill returned from work, barely covering himself with his briefcase as he got out of the car.

He hadn't even managed to open the door properly when a shirt flew straight at his face.

Then another. And another one.

His shoes were covered in mud next to several black bags full of his clothes.

-"What the devil…?!"

Bill looked up in horror when he saw his expensive shirts lying outside.

And then he heard you: "If you like the other one so much... go live with her. "

Bill blinked in confusion before letting out a nervous laugh.

—"Now baby, listen baby, don't treat me this way anymore… 'Cause I'll be back on my feet someday."

"Don't care if you do, 'cause it's understood" you immediately responded "You ain't got no money and you just ain't no good. "

Bill's eyes widened slightly. And as he always did when he was uncomfortable… he tried to joke.
—"Well… I guess if you say so, I'll have to pack my things and go—"

"That's right. Hit the road, Jack. And don't you come back no more, no more, no more, no more.

Bill's smile barely faded.

—"...What do you say?"

But you didn't go back: "Hit the road, Jack. And don't you come back no more.

Silence. The rain continued to pound the ground as Bill clutched the briefcase between his fingers.

Because for the first time… his wife didn't seem to be playing games.