Nevada Nightmare..

I’ve never been one to feel bad for people who do foolish things, whether to themselves or to others. Foolish is as foolish does. In the same sentence, selfish is as selfish does. Everyone is described by their actions.

So as I read a CNN report of “embattled” Councilwoman Donna Fairchild and the violent crime she committed, I could only see the selfishness in her, and likely in women as a whole.

Your wife always tells you, I’m sure that it’s better to do things together than alone.

Let’s go to the mall together, she likely says.

Let’s go visit my mother together, is what I’m sure she decrees.

Let’s go to the bank together to check our balance, she says just to remove you from whatever comforts you have found.

But our friend Donna here, takes that a bit further.

Beloved…. I’ll pause while you catch the sarcasm…. Councilwoman Fairchild decides that not only are the mall, bank, and heinous mother in-law visits joint ventures, but that death should be included in the list.

Police Chief, Douglas L Law. of the Mesquite, NV police department was called by Donna and informed that there was a murder suicide in her home. Of course, Donna didn’t mention that her husband, likely just after that visit to mothers, was laying on the floor with a bullet wound to his head courtesy of Donna herself who would soon after pull the gun on herself.

Motive?

How dare he not want to go to the mall together and watch me try on 13 pairs of shoes but buy none. How dare he want to only call the bank rather than take the 30 minute drive down and physically see a bank teller. How dare he complain about driving 6 hours to visit mother and then complain more when my mother offered him advice on how to live his life.

The audacity.

Wait, no. The article goes on to say that the embattled politician was under investigation for code of conduct violations for drum roll please…

..“filing the $94.60 mileage reimbursement request with the city for a January 4 Nevada Development Authority board meeting she allegedly did not attend”

According to an item on the council agenda.

Mileage reimbursement? Really?

I sometimes like to pause for dramatic effect, but it’s always lost on a blog.

So let me get this straight. Woman does wrong at work, thought she got away with it, got caught, had an emotionally jarring breakdown because of being caught, killed husband and then herself in that order.

Remind me again of the errors of the husband?

I remember, it was marrying a woman like Donna.

A woman who is selfish, as evidenced.

Crazy, as evidenced.

A manipulator, as evidenced.

Now tell me why a selfish, crazy, manipulative woman can possibly get married? Wait, sorry, it happens every day.

Find me ONE woman that doesn’t embody at least 2 of these 3 traits.

Don’t worry, I’m patient.

Until then, I hope the remaining members of this family wake up from their Nevada Nightmare.

Romantic Expectations..

Her T-Mobile pressed against her cheek as she fought with her make up trying to make herself look as amazing as possible for the special night. The gown she bought last week was a little more than what she wanted, but it would be worth it. He had a surprise and she was all for a memorable night for their memorable night.

“Girl, so what the hell are y'all gonna do? Don’t be at home making more babies!” Layla said from the opposite end.

Melissa rolled her eyes into the phone and Layla felt it.

“I’m just saying, you know how Shawn is. Y'all will mess around and be home making it a red box night.”  Layla continued.

“Noooo, it’s our 5 year wedding anniversary and he said we’re gonna do something special. You know I went back and bought that Vera Wang right?” Melissa continued as she peered into the mirror and admired the reflection that stared back at her.

“Damn, chica, that dress was what $550 plus?!”

“Yea, but it’ll be worth it. Hopefully we go dinner and dancing like the old days.” She smiled as she spoke. Things had been rough between she and Shawn financially. The recession hurt them both more than they cared to admit and being a family with a small baby didn’t leave much room for romance and relationship development.

“He asked me what I wanted to do, but I told him to surprise me. I wanted him to have control. He said we’re gonna do something old school, so I already know what it is.” Excitement spilled through her cheeks. “We’re gonna go to Chez Louch’s downtown and then there was that Cirque De Soliel show that I been hinting about seeing. I can’t wait.”

The keys rattled at the door as she finally finished with the mascara.

“Girl, he’s home, I’ll holla at you tomorrow. I will be BUSY tonight!” she laughed.

“You better be.” Layla said as she hung up.

Shawn turned the corner in his worn brown UPS uniform with less than a smile plastered across his face.

“Hey babe.” She sang, twirling in her expensive Nordstrom’s purchase. The Jimmy Choo heels matched to perfection.

“Hey pun ‘kin.” He replied. “You look stunning.”

“That’s how you keep a man.” She replied.

He was dressed and showered within the hour and the jeans and sweater combo he pulled out didn’t impress her but she promised herself not to complain about a single thing the entire night.

The 38 minute lead them to a remote location she didn’t recognize.

He pulled in a dark parking lot and put a CD into the player. Her favorite tunes from Gerald Levert and Tank leaked from the speakers.

He kissed her cheek and dashed to the trunk only to return with a brown picnic basket filled with fruit and sandwiches.

The card her presented her with was handwritten and as she read he whispered “Happy Anniversary.”

She looked down at the expensive dress, compared the price tag including the just as expensive shoes. The cost of her hair multiplied by the cost and time she spent at the nail salon and divided that by the number of years they’d been together. She always felt he was slipping. She always felt he undervalued her.

And now he, the husband of five long years, chose to spend their anniversary in a remote park eating turkey and cheese in the passenger seat of his old Toyota Camry.

“Shawn, I know you’re not serious right now! Do you know how much I spent, how much I went through. It’s our damn anniversary! And this is all you could come up with?! Our love doesn’t mean anything to you.”

Shawn’s confusion was evident and with that came anger. It was all he knew.

The argument that ensued lasted through the night and culminated their anniversary.

Was Shawn wrong? Did Melissa overact?