When
you first met, him he was fit as a fiddle. Sleeping with him was like sleeping
with a blissfully peaceful baby. Banal thoughts such as “snacking” or even
“eating” never occurred to him, unless his beloved stomach was completely
empty, that is.
You
used to share the same interests, the same concerns, the same visions, the same
hopes.
You
felt like the Luckiest- Woman- on- Earth.
Every
time he saw you in front of the sink, he rushed to take your apron off, put the
greasy frying pan aside and make wild sex to you. Let alone that afterwards, he
sometimes washed the frying pan for
you!
Your
wish was an order. His kindness, as well as his chivalry, almost scared you.
There were times when you found yourself on the verge of panic: “Who am I to
deserve such happiness?”
From
the blessed day when you met him, your life turned into a paradise full of
tempting promises: of companionship, amusement, wellbeing, happiness, abundant
and satisfactory sex.
What’s
more, this one and only exemplary creature, this rare masterpiece, this marvel,
wished with all his heart to make you his
wife!
In
short, he didn't just want to fool around, have some fun and dump you right
after that. Nope! He wished to unite his life and his future with yours. You’re
still wondering how you didn’t burst from happiness during that period of time.
Hence,
although you were not a fan of marriage, although even the sound of the word “bonds” scared you to death, you finally
gave in. Even worse, you agreed to appear in the church (although you would have preferred a civil wedding), in a wedding gown (in spite of how ridiculous you felt) You
see, your sweetheart’s parents happened to be pious and he also happened to be
their first offspring to get married!
It
was thanks to your tolerance and your acquiescence that some of his parents’
dreams came true.
In
such a state of bliss, you entered what till then you considered an awesome
dream. Unaware, of course, that that was the exact moment when your own
personal nightmare was setting in.
For,
it was right after the mystery of your marriage that things –mysteriously-
started to change.
The
first thing to change was his weight. The fit, cool boy you met and fell in
love with, started to show an increasing appetite. Well, that might have been your fault. You were always cooking some
specialty (or maybe it was his tendency to relax and let things –kilos
included- find their way? Who knows?)
The
usual weekend entertainment of cinemas and theaters has been replaced by
tavernas and restaurants. The fit, muscly –yet slim- “athlete” of yours, has
gradually turned into a sumo wrestler.
Every
six months, just like a baby during his growth spurts, your “infant” needed new
–larger sized- pants. Nevertheless you, just like the good mommy every wife is
expected to be, felt blissfully happy that your sweetheart truly appreciated
your cooking. You see, you had no idea what was awaiting.
Soon
after, partly due to his weight increase –and partly to the fact that he had
been suffering from adenoids since he was a child- your baby-love started
snoring. Lightly and timidly at first, but now- in most recent years- either
gasping like a train going uphill (the good news) or roaring like the Giant in
the tale of “Jack and the Beanstalk.”(the not-so-good-news). Both “news”
unbearable…
From
then on, the washing up finished in no time . You must admit though that this
was your fault: always tired, always
stressed out, always exhausted. You see, you had already given birth to your
first child and instead of becoming happier and in a better mood, you kept grumbling all the time: because
you didn’t have time for yourself, because your life’s journey was restricted
to the one and only daily trip from work to home and vice versa.
No
need to say that your desires were regarded as being more and more
“preposterous”, “unrealistic”, “unacceptable”; As for Chivalry, every time he
walked before you, always that is,
the door banged in your face. “Equality”: wasn’t that your ideal?
That
was the exact moment when you started wondering “Do I deserve to be so
unhappy?”
What’s
worse, this selfish person, this bloody egoist wouldn’t divorce you for any
reason. In short, having ensconced himself, having
found the sucker of his life, he wouldn’t risk losing his comfort. Let alone that
you already had a kid.
It’s a wonder how you didn't blow your brains
out as soon as you realized the situation. Although you suddenly became a
divorce fan, you made a virtue of necessity, and stayed in this marriage (that
had already become a prison for you.) What’s more, you gave birth to a second
child. Self-destructiveness at its peak.
And
had you not got a problem with your ovarian cysts, you would have given birth
to a third child. As for your finances, they were already going
downhill. You see, among all other brilliant ideas, you had decided to quit
your job, too.
“A woman's place is in the home” was the saying that persuaded you to commit this absolutely fatal mistake.
“Either you’re a mom or you’re a working person”. Just like we say “Smoking or
Health, «Black or White”. All kinds of
false dilemmas.
So, you remained at
home, chasing the dust and doing the laundry.
Every time you dusted
your degrees you experienced some kind of depression. Your mind was overwhelmed
by immature, crazy thoughts like “What the fuck? I’ve studied three languages
to have my “sweetheart” telling me that I’m bigmouthed? Did I need an MBA in order to do everyday household chores?
Thankfully, you soon
recuperated by just concentrating on the consoling thought: “A woman’s most
important role is being a mother”
You now are wondering
why on earth (after this tremendous “cast”, starring you -as the mother, your
husband -the proud father, featuring your two cute children, all of you
immersed in happiness), you ended up swallowing antidepressants. Well, don’t
ask me:
Ask the specialists!
Kate (the Greek Bad Girl!) Papas
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So they have bad girls in Greece too? So glad to have you on board! Great sense of humor! Good luck with your WIP.
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