Marriage is strange amalgam of opposites; it is fine balance of
everything and nothing. She was my everything and now I am her nothing. I look
at her pretty mouth as she trashes our whole life together like the diamonds in
the ring which she twists without noticing what symbol she is making.
Clearly this is serious. I try to keep a vacant expression on my face as
I hear what a cheat and liar I have been. The tentacles of hate are circling me
like a fence. No, it’s more like a brick wall that I’ll not escape. My mind is
finally exhausted by the last of her invective which pours from her mouth like
I am in the kitchen and I get a prod in the ribs. “Stop watching that
kettle I want my cup of tea.”
I breathe a sigh of
relief as she hugs me round the waist. Everything is OK but I really must stop
flirting with that girl in the office.