He just did not get it, did he? Gawd, how did I spend three whole years of my life with him, she wondered. Irritating as hell, addicted to work, and dedicated to make her life hell. This is how she summed up her husband. On good days. On bad days (like the current PMS phase), she felt like murdering him. Or take an easier step and just divorce him.
But he just wouldn’t go. She wondered what would finally make him go. She believed she would some day drive him so crazy that he would have no choice but to leave. Yes, he was irritating. But it was mostly her who was responsible for the crazed life they shared. After all, she was the one with tantrum issues.
Thank god for him.
Like it happened at least once every month, they had had a good round of arguments at the start of the week itself. And this time, the ‘I am not talking to you’ phase had carried on through the week. She was pissed with him. But she was used to it. So, life was good.
They had a plan with their couple friends with whom they hung out quite a lot. What better day to enjoy ice-cream than on a cool Valentine’s Day evening. Two couples. Ice-cream. Happiness. With one couple ignoring each other. Perfect.
But, the ice-cream was never meant to be. It was meant to melt away, lonely, uneaten. Ok, to cut the crap, like always, the plan got chucked. This time coz she went off to sleep at the dinner table itself. Tired. And a bit pissed still. Poor hubby never thought Valentine’s Day could be so sad indeed.
The next morning was one of the best ones of her life. She woke up late. Groggy and hungry as she was, the smell of deliciously prepared fish curry hit her senses and jolted her to reality. Her hubby was cooking lunch for her. She tiptoed into the living room, to find a DVD of her favourite Bollywood romantic movie gift-wrapped for her. Mister hubby had been busy all right. Still continuing the ‘I am pissed’ drama, she went for a shower, only to find a cute little top, bundled for her. WOW. Is a person not allowed to stay mad with this man for even a week!
She rushed to the kitchen. “Stop being so awesome ok. And I love the gifts.” “I know. Come, taste the fish and tell me how it is.” “You are only fishing for compliments, aren’t you…” He was never going anywhere…