Waking James was faithful to a fault while Dream James was a cold philanderer. Sweet and timid by day, cruel and blunt by night. Dream James would fuck Hillary's co-workers and sisters, mentors and students all right in front of her before admitting to her what a lousy lay she had always been.
These were not James' dreams. They were Hillary's.
was the perfect man and, as such, she felt as though she had no grounds
on which to divorce him. Her unconscious tried and tried to convince
her that he was too good to be true. That he must be hiding a double
She felt guilty for wanting out of a happy marriage.
Wanting out tormented her. His goodness was reinforced. Her badness was reinforced. It was a feedback loop that resulted in the
disintegration of her self-worth. She became a bad woman who did not
deserve her good man.
One December afternoon she invited Mr. Pham, the
mailman into their house to warm up. She made him hot chocolate with
mini-marshmallows. Before the marshmallows had melted she had already
slipped his navy blue work pants around his ankles, lifted her flowered
skirt and slipped him inside of her. They were done fucking before
their drinks were cool.
Hillary poured his hot chocolate into a
plastic solo cup, tried to lift his mailbag back over his shoulder, and
shooed Mr. Pham out the front door.
When James got home from work
he found a good portion of his wife's possessions were missing and two
notes were waiting for him under fridge magnets.
The first one said, "Dear James, I've been bad."
The second letter: "Dear Other James, You had it coming."