2 Chapter 2

Being alone has been one of the skills being married to my husband has given me. My kids have gone to their schools and I can say that giving birth to those little bundles of joy is the best thing that happened in this home since our marriage. By profession I am meant to be a lawyer but things don’t actually go as planned nowadays do they? I guess not. Sometimes I feel like jumping out of my skin and shout till the people in the next world here me because this marriage is the worst thing that has happened to me in this entire world.

Don’t get me wrong, I love my husband but I think we were better off without the constricting walls of marriage. I remember the days when Ethan would come to my house unannounced and take me out on dinner dates and we’d laugh all night about silly things that don’t even make sense at all.

“I don’t know what is making you laugh this early in the morning you fool but I’d love to have my breakfast if you cared enough”. Ethan says and disrupts the little peace I get with myself. I reply with a simple “Okay” in a low voice and rush into the kitchen to get his meal for him. Suddenly I feel the urge to cough and when I say cough a dry one for that matter. I rush to the sink and cough up and I’m not surprised to see blood from my mouth in the kitchen sink. I then remember I was not able to buy the drugs my doctor friend prescribed for me. I need to ask Ethan for that since I have no means of income.

I rush to the dining area and quickly serve Ethan his food and I’m scared of the reaction on his face. It’s an angry one and Ethan is not generous at all talk less when he’s angry. “What took you so long to bring this piece of s**t for me to eat ugh?”. He shouts with the highest and frightening pitch of his voice. I cower in fear of him slapping me like he normally does. I look back up in hopes that he decides to just leave the house and me in peace.

“I won’t be back this night so don’t you even expect me to be back in the next two to three days”. He says with so much disgust in his voice with breaks my heart as if it’s not broken enough each passing day I have to live with him. I muster up all the courage I have left in my body and ask him for the money for the drugs I have to buy. He looks at me and slams the approximate amount I need and I breathe out in relief. He walks up to me and tries to kiss me but I swerve and avoid the kiss because I know my mouth is still bloody from my encounter in the kitchen and that earns me a resounding slap from my dear husband and I feel droplets on tears on my cheeks but I dare not make a sound and I drop to the floor immediately I hear the slam of the front door which serves as an indication of his long awaited exit of the house.

I’m in so much pain and I’m not even referring to the slap I got from Ethan, I’m taking about the emotional pain I get from this God forsaken marriage. I dare not tell anybody what I’m passing through because no one will believe me and even if they do they’ll blame me for it and the whole thing will be pointless.

After like five hours of wallowing myself in self-pity I get up from the floor and head to the kitchen and take care of the house before I pick up my kids from school. I sigh and tell myself, “Today’s gonna be a good day”.