In Exchange for Jackie

Jackie Middleton was the perfect woman, wife and lover. She didn’t drink, smoke or swear. She never argued, complained, at least not out loud, and she did all she could and more to keep her husband Mitch happy. Within means.
Mitch, at one point liked the fact she was easy to manipulate, but then she was too easy, there was no challenge. Mitch was a man who lived for a challenge. She didn’t provide him with one, so she needed to go.
What Mitch failed to realize is Jackie was... a woman, she first needed to be encouraged, enticed and pampered. He never did such things for Jackie since the birth of their sons. He only cared about himself. Soon he will find out the truth about the old saying:
You never know what you have until it’s gone.

 The front door opened and the clatter of footsteps comes into the family room where Jackie was working.
“Hey.” Mitch gave her the usual greeting, a kiss on her forehead.
“Hey,” she softly replied. “Want some breakfast?”
Mitch took a look around the room noticing the neatly stacked labeled boxes.
“Sure, you’re making great progress.” He patted her on the back like she was one of the boys, an old friend or an acquaintance. She couldn’t feel more uncomfortable.
“Thanks. I just started with the movies. I left the boxes open in case there were some you wanted.”
I gave this man twenty-two good years of my life and this is how he does me. After all these years, I still wanted to make him breakfast. I should be screaming scathing ugly remarks to him, she thought, but she was never the type of woman to rant.