They danced until their clothes stuck to them, and they were out of breath. After a quick break at the bar, they were back on the dance floor. Last call was at midnight, and the party ended an hour later.
Back at the house, they strolled along the walkway arm-in-arm. Michelle tiptoed upstairs to avoid waking Robert and Hannah, who’d ended their evening at the gala hours ago. Damien headed to the kitchen in search of something to eat.
She peeled out of her damp dress, showered and pulled on black and white plaid pajama pants and a blue snowman t-shirt. She’d exposed enough of herself for one night.
It had been a spectacular evening, despite Denise’s attempt to sabotage it. For the life of her, Michelle couldn’t see what Damien ever saw in that woman. She reminded Michelle of that other chick he was with at Blumenthal last summer—a spoiled troll with a nasty attitude.
What was it about younger women that made older men put up with their nonsense? There had to be another reason besides the obvious. Michelle could only speculate that it had something to do with men having trouble with their mortality. They would rather put up with immature, psychotic bullshit from some young thing than accept the fact that they were getting older. These men were so blinded by their fear of dying that they failed to appreciate the unique perspective and stability of women their own age. Women who were willing to love and take care of them in spite of their receding hairlines and protruding guts.
So many women—herself included—sacrificed their youth and independence to hold their husbands up and support them while they pursued their goals. Grown women were essentially penalized for no longer being young, and their sacrifices were considered inconsequential when compared to some skank’s ability to swing around a damn pole.
Michelle sighed. It was all too much to think about at one-fifty-three in the morning.
Parked on the sofa, she flipped through the channels twice before settling on a Christmas episode of the Golden Girls. Exhausted from an extremely long day, she struggled to keep her eyes open while waiting for Damien to come upstairs.
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