[ WP ] An exploration of the butterfly effect : write a dramatic scene . Then , choose one tiny detail to change in the initial set-up , and play the scene out again . How drastically have things changed ?

Jenny is my wife. Every morning when I wake up, I feel sick to my stomach. I lie in bed pretending to be asleep for another 15 minutes, because I know that it's the last 15 minutes of the day that wo n't be a fight. What trivial bullshit are we going to fight about today? Will I pick up 70 % lean beef instead of 80 % lean beef on my way back from a ten hour day at the office? Will I be five minutes late to pick little johnny up for soccer practice? Will I look at the weather girl, a second too long on the morning news? My nerves are completely shot these days. My hand shakes constantly and I find myself, replacing the hidden bottle of whiskey in the garage far more often these days. 
 
 I look at the clock at sigh heavily. Fuck. I ca n't put this shit off anymore, so I might as well get out of bed. My wife is still snoring, wearing those disgusting pajamas that she is always still wearing when I get home. I give her the finger and walk out into the kitchen. I flip on the coffee maker, and head to the bathroom to take, what I'm sure will be a very watery shit. 
 
 After I flush, I put the lid down. I do n't really have a choice. It's one of those stupid lids with the goddamn carpet on it. It'll fall down anyway. I walk out of the bathroom towards the kitchen. Oh good. She's up now. 
 
 `` STEEEVENN, how many times do I have to tell you to that the good coffee is for when we have company. Seriously, can you not do anything right? Can you at least pick up some ground beef on your way.....'' 
 
 She keeps talking. I stop listening. I pour a cup of the `` good'' coffee, and walk out the door. She starts yelling at me out the door, on the way to the van. I do n't care what she's saying. It does n't matter. Not today. Not anymore. 
 
 I drive two blocks away, and then pull over. I pull out my phone and without hesitation dial the number. `` Yeah. It's me. Just make sure the kids have left first.'' 
 
 And just like that it was set in motion. Today is the day I put a hit on my wife. I fucking hate that woman. 
 
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 Jenny is my girfriend. Every morning when I wake up, Jenny gives me a blowjob. I fucking love that woman.
