“I’m fine.”
“You kind of look like you just won the lottery, actually.” Cam’s perception startled Krissa. “Like something really good happened but you’re afraid it’s too good to be true.”
Krissa laughed. She ripped the cellophane off the bag of microwave popcorn. “Extra buttery.” She waved the flat package before inserting it into the microwave. With a few quick beeps, the oven started humming.
“Where’s your blender?”
They pulled it out, but before Cam could pour tequila into the blender, Krissa stopped her. “Make mine without.”
“Without tequila? Are you kidding me? That’s not amargarita, that’s a…Slurpee.”
“I know.” Krissa smiled. “I don’t feel like drinking tonight.”
Cam’s eyes narrowed. “But that was the whole point of tonight…”
“Oh, come on. The whole point is you and me getting together and watching a movie.”
Cam made a face but nodded and whirred the blender with a non-alcoholic drink for Krissa, then a tequila-laced one for herself.
“God, I needed this.” Cam sank onto Krissa’s couch with her drink in hand. Krissa didn’t have proper margarita glasses so they drank out of tumblers. Whatever. “Those kids are driving me crazy. And so, for that matter, is Eric. God.”
“What now?”
“Oh, everything.” She blew out a gusty sigh. “He’s just useless. He works all day, but doesn’t make any money. Then he comes home and he’s useless there, too. Doesn’t know what to do for the kids. I had to leave detailed instructions on how to get them to bed tonight, what to feed them…” She pushed out her lips. “It’s overwhelming. I feel like I’m doing everything—supporting us, looking after the house, the kids—everything.”
Krissa sipped her tangy lime drink and looked at her friend over the glass. “At least you have a husband.”
“Yeah.” Cam’s expression softened a bit. “I’m sorry. Be thankful it’s just you—imagine if you had three kids and were on your own.”
Be thankful it was just her?Had she heard Cam correctly? She wasalone.Admittedly, Cam didn’t know how concerning that was, but…what a stupid thing to say.
“Although, frankly, I pretty much feel like that anyway.” Cam sipped her drink. “Even the sex is non-existent lately. A husband should be good for that much at least.”
“I’m sure Eric is trying.”
Cam grimaced. “Not hard enough.”
Cam’s attention went back to the movie, but anger simmered inside Krissa. Once again, her friend sat there anddid nothing but complain, not even realizing how lucky she was.
“Cam?”
“Mmm?”
“Do you love Eric?”
Cam turned toward Krissa, brows lifted. “Do I love him? Yeah, of course I do.”
“Then shut up.”
Cam’s eyes flew wide.
Krissa couldn’t stop the words. She’d kept them inside her for so long, tried to pretend they weren’t there. She couldn’t stop.
“All you do is complain about him. And about your kids. How bad things are for you. You have no fucking idea what bad is.”
Cam blinked, her margarita clutched in her hand.
Krissa squeezed her own drink tightly, the icy-cold glass slick under her fingers. “You have a husband who loves you. Who doesn’t cheat on you. You love him, too. Don’t complain about not having sex. You sleep with him every night. If you want sex—thentell himyou want sex.” She almost choked on the words that spilled out of her.
