1 Chapter One
"The person who cares the least, controls the relationship"
CHAPTER ONE
Irene sat on her bed looking angry, bored and pissed yet she didn't know exactly which emotion she wanted to settle on at the moment. She could feel the day was going badly the same way it started. the only thoughts going in and out of her head were the chants of 'I messed up', which she kept repeating like a mantra
Her anger wanted to disappear but the sound of the tap running from the other side of the room contributed to her increasing anger. the sound of the door shutting took her attention back. She turned to her left to see her husband, Thomas standing there in all his glory looking like a 1970 model.
"Thomas, please put on something. We need to talk", She pleaded.
He sighed as he covered himself with his bath robe.
"Love, as much as I want us to talk, in order to get you out of this foul mood. I don't feel like it. I want to sleep. I am tired. Let's have that talk tomorrow", he said calmly as if he was speaking to a 3 year old kid.
He took off the bath robe and took his place on the bed comfortably. 'The fact that he sleeps naked is a turn off for me but the things people do for love, unimaginable! ', she thought.
"This Conversation can't wait Tom, we need to talk"
"Irene, I'm very tired as it is now. I need to sleep okay. So please be a good wife and obey. We will talk tomorrow", he said with a tone that definitely means he's trying not to get angry.
"Tomorrow? After your meetings or your business lunch meeting? Huh, tell me Tom. That's what you have been saying for 2 days now. I am your wife, you need to sit down and talk to me. I deserve at least that from you", she shouted.
He sat up "what the hell do you want Irene", he yelled with a raucous voice causing me to flinch.
She turned to look at him as I calm said "I need to go visit my parents next week. Since we are planning to have kids, I want to see my mom"
He laughed, I could imagine that evil annoyed look on his face.
"That's a No! Goodni...
"What the hell Tom. I need to see my parents. You can't keep me here. I am going this weekend."
"Oh really? I would like to see you try then", he threatened.
"I am your wife, not a prisoner"
"That's why you need to be home more. You need to be around me"
"And that's the fucking reason why I need to be with my Mom. I need my parents. If we are planning to have kids, I need to see my mom. I want my Mom's advice and assistance. Please"
" First of all, I don't plan to have kids with you. and if I want to, don't worry about that honey. I did take short course on 'How to care for new-born babies' and also I had practically experience when my ex-wife had my 4 children. Trust me, you are in good hands. Now Goodnight".
Thomas ended the conversation lime he always does and went back to sleep as she sat there staring at him. Sometimes she imagined how she ended up married to a 68 years old man with serious controlling and anger issues. But the things we do for love. Just stupid!
Married to a 68 years old man and especially when he's very rich, everyone then thinks that it's because of the money, that's why she is with him.
He was an old man, but she could see the young boy in him still yearning to return to his train set. He was handsome from the depth of his eyes to the gentle expressions of his voice. His usually playful smile always drawn into a hard line across his face. His perfect lips ripe for the kissing. She sees Thomas as a handsome old man. The most thing that get to me is his body. She sometimes can't believe a guy at his age with that can of physique. Sometimes, she doesn't think she is really married to an old man.
Her lustful thoughts are cut short when she hear him snoring and just like that, she got turned off. These are the kind of moments she accepts reality. She is married to a father of four (4) children who just despise her as much as she does them. But they have no other reason but to accept her and their incoming unborn sibling. . She sighed then turned and faced the other direction on her side of the bed. She closed my eyes as she internally begged sleep to come take me.
And it did,
Well not sure.
