Unbelievable! Arrogant Wife Admitted She Destroyed It
She had to be stopped.
Some things are too horrible to talk about, and yet we must.
I come to you today with my heart and hat in my hands. No, wait. Don’t look at the heart. I know it’s gross. Just take it anyway. I need you to hear me out because she won’t listen.
“She” being my wife, Jolene, who has a touch of a sadist in her.
I know she loves me, and ultimately, the terrible action she took was for my own good. I understand. I really do. But there are some lines that mortals should never cross.
She not only stepped over it. She took that line out for a date, dropped it off in the middle of the worst neighborhood in town, and laughed about it.
Sound hyperbolic? You’ll see.
The cruelty began simply, as it always does.
It all started a couple of days ago when she took our young to the mall. While there, she went to, of all places, a candy shop.
Now, I know you’re probably not aware of this, but I have a sweet tooth the length of Montana, and twice as grotesque. I crave sweets as a drowning man does air. Some days, all I can think about is how to extend the pleasure of one bite of chocolate, so it can last more than those mere moments we mortals can experience.
Unfortunately, I am also cursed to endure diabetes.
At this stage, it’s diet controlled and stress-induced it originally. Can you imagine what life was like during that time, when one is so stressed out that they get diabetes?
It can happen and did for me in a big way.
Jolene knows about my obsession with sweets. She may not fully comprehend it — she isn’t into candy herself — but she accepts the sugar is as much a lover to me as she.
Of course, she allowed me a taste of it when she got back home. Oh, my friend, it was delicious. The delicate nature of this fruity, sugar-coated gooey slice of heaven was amazing, and I wanted more.
“No,” she whispered into my ear. “You should only have one piece for now.”
Temptress! Sadist! She mocked me with her words and her actions, forcing me to the dark space inside where only my lust for the sweet stuff and my teddy bear reside.
She deigned to stroke my cheek, running her lips over mine as she scampered away back to the hell whence she came. No doubt she was looking for another soul to corrupt with her wiles.
She wouldn’t, couldn’t stop.
As I bled the words for another story from my fingertips, I could hear her behind me once in a while. The crinkle of the baggie holding the source of my joy and amazement was like glass shards across my back. Her gently smacking lips were a demonic call to my sacred heart.
I wanted to fly at her, to grasp the gooeyness in my fingers once again. Oh, to allow myself the cavalcade of fruit-filled gushing wonder to grace my tongue anew!
It would be paradise.
But I stopped myself, knowing in the depths of my tortured soul that she was, as she ever is, correct.
When she told me she threw the candy away because she didn’t care for it, my chest sank. A kick, straight to my abdomen, caused a quake in my knees as her words glistened in my ears.
What? How dare she? Why would she do such a thing, knowing I, yes even I, was mere feet away from her, craving the luxuriousness of a single bite?
It was, alas, not to be. Gone. All gone, tossed away to the dustbin of bitterness and regret.
I walked from her, glitter and lament following in my wake.
An hour passed. Two. Finally, the third bell tolled, and I knew I had to do something. I could not get it off my mind.
Where was it? Would I be able to find it?
When she found me bent over the trash can, I could hear her scorn with each breath from her lungs. I knew she had detected me.
It was still wrapped tightly, though, and the trash bag was empty. There could be no harm in it, I reasoned. After all, it had probably been through worse on the way to the store…
In the end, I knew I shouldn’t, and, with a heaving sigh, I put it back in the bin. She laughed a little as she went back to bed, satisfied I finally came to my senses.
I rue she won. I’m likely never to live this one down.
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