It’s amazing how from strangers, we went directly to becoming good friends and eventually lovers. It’s a very wonderful feeling knowing that I have someone to look forward to every single day of my life.
I was happy, way beyond cloud nine when you asked me to become your wife. It was the happiest day of my fairy tale. Looking at you, kneeling down in front of me with that diamond ring in your hand, it was perfect. I couldn’t… and wouldn’t ask for anything more.
Everyday I would cook your favorite meal, and every day I would try to come up with something new. I change the curtains every other day so it wouldn’t bore you, I make sure everything’s fine when you come home. Each night I would put on my sexiest piece of wardrobe so I can take away the pressure put to you by work.
Every night I would try to be a wife. I was loving the way you loved everything. I loved to see you smile, I love to hear you say how much you appreciate everything I do for you. My fairy tale couldn’t have been any better.
But then, one night you went home and threw the vase at the wall.
I got up from the couch where I accidentally fell asleep waiting for you. I asked you what’s wrong and you replied with another vase thrown almost near my head. We were running out of vases every single night you come home. There was nothing more to break.
Then you remembered I still have a heart, like any other vase you threw into the wall, you smashed my heart so much that I wanted you to kill me right at that moment, but you never did. You wanted to kill me in the slowest way possible.
I spent every night thinking what I’ve done wrong. Were you mad because I fell asleep on the couch when I was supposed to be waiting for you? Was it something I cooked? Was it something I said? Or did not do? Did I overdo the curtains? Or was my make up not good enough?
I was looking for a way to explain everything to myself, there’s just nothing that I found.
Every night, you would come home drunk and completely unexplainable, at first it was just my heart that you were beating, the next day you came home and figured my face should suffer too.
At one point, I decided to wear my sexiest lingerie, hoping it might appeal to you just one second and make you think twice about hurting me again. You didn’t recognize what I was wearing because you brought home another woman who wore a sexier lingerie and asked me to sleep in the couch that night.
I was staring at the ceiling, trying to drown the noise in the bedroom which used to be ours.
This morning, I woke up and saw you still lying in bed with the other woman.
Dutifully, I prepared a breakfast for two.
I packed my stuff and headed for the doors,
I will not wait for you to eat what I prepared,
all I know is that when you do,
I will be free.
I’m sorry.
I just don’t want you to hurt someone else again.
ohhhhhhh. how sad.