Wednesday, 4 February 2009
Wednesday's Women No. 16
Well that is it. Another night ruined by my dearly beloved husband. What nerve.
Night after night we sit in the front room, I doing my cross-stitch and he sipping his port. I have tried everything to engage him with no response. No acknowledgement that I am even breathing the same air. He has had me questioning if I even exist.
Now on the one night I escape my home to rendezvous with friends, who should I see pass me by. None other than my dearly beloved.
My dearly beloved that can not take his eyes off of me. My dearly beloved that is intoxicated just by talking to me. My mask excites him so.
I don’t dare let him see my face, the face that I wanted him to look at all those long nights.
How will I now be able to hide my distaste? How will I be able to survive in a marriage to a man who doesn’t want what he has and craves what he doesn’t.