3 years ago
My heart remains frozen to his day whenever I think back to the moment where the only man, I had loved had rejected me and for whom? To go lie in the bed of another woman!
"That's just it! Don't you ever see the mirror? Gosh have you even looked at yourself lately?" he yelled making every ounce of hope die instantly. Scott was always out at work and lately I rarely even saw him at home with inter-country conferences and late-night meetings that he was attending.
I knew this relationship hadn't been working well enough at all since quite a few months- whenever he got home, either he went straight to bed without saying a word to me or he got into an argument with me and left the house. So, in order to reach the bottom of the matter, I had tried to start a conversation with Scott, this was supposed to solve any misunderstandings between us but his perception had not been the same about me anymore, it felt like he could not even stand me…
I looked down at myself to see my clothes, what was wrong with a summer dress, I did not even gain an inch of gram ever since this relationship trouble struck me, clearly it mattered as a question of death and life to me. HE mattered me like life and death…
I give him a questioning look demanding an explanation, and he started yelling again in response, "See? That's the problem! You are such an illiterate despite being the educated woman who graduated from the Cambridge..."
By now I could surprisingly feel tears rolling down my eyes, warm tears flowing on my cheeks making a way to reach my neck. How could he point out my education? Despite being the smarter one at studies, I gave up my education though I wanted to pursue a Master’s, just to be there for him, to be by his side when he had proposed to me on our graduation party. I wonder how things had changed so quickly between us, we had such a loving relationship.
I took a deep breath and approached him to the couch he was sitting on with his two hands holding in between the restless mind of his, his elbows resting on the glass table.
I hugged his chest- he had always found it affectionate when I used to do it- and whispered, "Are you oka-"
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