An Evil Wife
How would you feel if each time to raise an argument to your
husband, you would be accused as “used by the devil’? That is always our case.
Whenever I put on an argument with my husband, he’d tell me that the devil uses
me and that I could levitate anytime in demonic possession. Is not it
frustrating? No it is not. It is not only just frustrating, it is more than
enough for me love to whack my computer bag at him. Now I am being used by the
devil.
I was running terribly late this morning and he was driving
so slow that a turtle can overtake him. I was telling him to be more
considerate of me because I was already late as it was. Then he gave me a
litany of my faults and robbed on the fact that I woke up late. As if I didn’t
know that.
Yes, I woke up late because there were a lot of things to
organize in my head last night I ended up sleeping at 12. Before I even woke
up, our toddler was already so into my hair. At the breakfast table, he had
wanted me to play and replay an app on my android for him. There was a lot of
crying and cooing and annoying very early in the morning.
Well, we had a typical stressful morning at home. I was
going badly late for work and his driving drove me crazy. So I yakked and
yakked and yakked and so did he. I screamed my frustration out and he told me I
am such a piece of a devil.
What the?!
In my emo, I whacked him with my phone so hardly that it
must have left some of his flesh blue. I told him to stop driving, got off the
ride and took a taxi for the rest of my way to work!
Aaaargh!!!
My eyes burned in the taxi, tempting to roll some tear. But
I kept my composure secured. I blinked away a stubborn tear that passed through
my duct, took a deep breath, put on make-up, brushed my hair and puckered my
lips with the kick-ass red lipstick. Some devil you got!
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