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.
21 comments:
That Cad! What an awful mistake it would be to have fallen in love with one, lucky for both of us we did not.
I am most indignant at what happened.
but oh gosh! that is such a beautiful painting. who is the artist?
Oh hon I'm speechless!!
That is a lonely place to be.This I know! Lovely blog, and art!
Peace Giggles
The bounder, the scoundrel!
Love your new look, Renee. Wonder what words of wisdom the little bird is whispering?
Thank you for visiting my blog. Beautiful paintings.
I'd say that would be a veyr accurate description of what is going on in that picture.
Ok Renee - Are you refering to the picture or you actual evening last night?? How is the back??
Hugs, Sarah
Well, this one was lusciously cruel. So, let's analyze it. You escape someone who doesn't see you; you become somebody else, he falls in love with you again; but it isn't you, it is the person you became with the mask on.
I got it!
We all crave the new; we are all invisible when we blend in with the familiar. We all sin in wanting what we don't have.
Is this lady from a Tarot deck? She looks as though she has a little mischief in mind. Perhaps the face this lady wears for her husband is the mask, and the one he sees when she is away is her true face? Maybe he sees the smile of a woman being her true carefree and open self? Maybe this attraction is the same he felt years ago when they first met? A chance to relive a happy time, or truly see her being herself, the woman he loves.
Huh? What's happening? My head is spinning....
Is everything okay?
oh, pheee-ew. I thought so, but you never know. Phew! :)
See, you must be such a good writer it caught a few of us of guard.
Anyway, I'm glad you're still in love! ;)
Oooh, that's a tough one. Yes, I can see how his unfaithful eye is distasteful. On the other hand, he has fallen in love with pieces of her all over again, not some other trollop. If only she knew what those pieces were....
I think she should wear her mask to bed, see what happens. :)
Oh what a naughty man, the rogue!I would be resting my needlepoint and making some lovley bochulism beans for his dinner.
Ok - feel like an idiot - missed he whole game you sly cat Renee. Wonderful!!!
Oh just take that port away from him, guzzle it down in front of him and then take your mask and slap him across the face with it.:))) Have a great day.
So beautifully written. Poignant and sad. Love that art piece too. x
Yes, Margaret Atwood is one of my favorites, even though many times I have put her aside for long periods, thinking that there is way too much darkness.
I find your references, the paintings and subjects you choose to write on are revelatory of a deep sense of injustice or unbalance between the sexes. Am I over-reaching?
Have you read Carol Gilligan's The Birth of Pleasure? It is a literary and philosophical journey into the ways women have been conditioned through centuries of patriarchy.
I love that, even with these thoughts richocheting (sp?) around in her head, she still has this core of confidence in her gaze.
To love yourself even MORE!
That is the trick. All the husbands and friends that we have are simply the ...what's the word...they exist so we can look at what it is we can do to make ourselves fall in love with
ourselves.
You are a wonderful and inspiring woman.
So glad to have 'found' you!
Best,
That was first husband, until I left. Then how he suffered. I felt bad for him, but also a part of me was glad.
I am so glad I didn't stay.
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