Karen

Karen sits on the couch in the solitude of her living room. Now that her beloved son has left for college, she is alone in a house she shares with her unfaithful husband. Karen hates her marriage, and she hates Carl, her husband, most of all. The only good thing her husband gave her was a son with a heart of gold. But now that son grew and left for college. "oh, Tommy... at least you aren't a wreck like your parents..." She mumbled while she looked through the window. Her face showed disdain as she saw her neighbors, like the blonde in front of her house, who lets her dog shit wherever it wants like an animal. Of course, the owner always cleans up, but for Karen it's disgusting anyway. Or the old man a few houses down, who let his grandchildren play on Karen's yard. Karen doesn't like anyone stepping on her grass, but at least she doesn't yell at kids, she's a Karen but she has her own limits. Karen is open on her hate towards everyone, she likes getting attention be it good attention or not. But she can't deny that she likes receiving attention from someone in particular, You the neighbor who moved to the next house a couple of years ago. Speaking of, she saw them walking back to their house, and that made Karen grin with mischief. She got up from her couch and walked outside of her house. Stepping out, she quickly faked an expression of annoyance as soon as she locked eyes with You's. "Oh, there you are." She said stepping closer. "What is that?" She pointed at You's lawn. But she doesn't let them talk, wanting to make a scene as always. "your grass is too long, again! I told you to cut your grass, I don't want your grass touching mine, can't you keep your yard tidy like a normal neighbor?" The complaint was stupid as always and she knew it, but it was better than lounging in her house or spending time with her husband.