Her Moment Of Truthfulness

From the very moment they kissed, she knew he was the one. The one who would never let her out again. The one who would never give her back herself. The one and only one. They got married a few years later and had a kid. Everything seemed perfect like one of those family portraits most people have in their houses, with perfect shining smiles from everyone, except from every heart. There's always something hidden behind those smiley faces. And perhaps, that's the beauty of it.

He started to get home late. Excuses were more and more frequent. And so were the lies told to her. She no longer slept with arms wrapped around her waist. The bed was cold and too big. His heart was further away from her, even though they both pretended nothing was wrong, nothing was completely wrong. Because even a stopped clock is right twice a day. And so she kept on walking holding her man's hand but not feeling his skin. It was too strange to her already. His eyes, his lips, his face were no longer the same. She even thought it could had been her who changed. Maybe she didn't give much attention to the family. Didn't consider enough her husband and daughter. Didn't satisfy him enough in many aspects.

Maybe it was really time to make up for what was lost, she thought. But how? Well, by agreeing with most of the things he said. By caring more his feelings and do whatever he requested, forgetting her own ones. By putting her man first. And that means forgetting, once again, herself. She tried and tried but didn't succeed. He became even more reluctant to her. Tried even harder to stay away from her, beautifying each escape with different excuses. She told herself to be patient. To wait and see. Afterall, good things never come easy, she thought. Still nothing.

Until one day, when she was at the supermarket deciding which peanut butter he would like this time, she saw him standing there. All she could see was her man's fingers embracing someone else's in the exact way a few years ago she experienced herself. He looked shocked but didn't show a slight hint of worriness. And that was it. She payed and left the place. Was very angry. Unbelievably mad. Worst of all, a very bitter feeling. But then, as time went by, she was relieved. She was starting to feel herself back into that body. Her soul that was gone long ago.

Now, I don't have to carry any guilty feeling of being a bad wife. Now I've all the time for myself and my little princess. And now I no longer need to buy peanut butter because I never really liked it in the first place.