I hate him and his damn corner. It’s the place between the bookcase and the sagging recliner. It’s where he always stands when he has something to tell me.
And none of it is ever good.
They are his ‘tiny mistakes’. That’s what he usually calls them. And he treats me like a priest who would absolve him of his sins.
I should have just killed him the first time he had confessed to one.
His mistakes had started out small. That’s what made me overlook them.
The box of donuts – He was diabetic.
Big screen TV – Couldn’t even pay the mortgage.
Bruise on my elbow – Over waxed the wooden floor.
No, he wasn’t a wife beater. It was never a possibility.
Then came the mistakes that were bigger.
Extra hours at the office – Too much workload
Late night texting – Some new client in Antigua.
Too much cologne – Made him feel happy.
I listened and listened. Barely honoring his words with a conversation. Letting him soak in the glory of revelation. It made him lighter. It made me angrier. This was the balance of a monotonous marriage.
For better or for worse. These words now bite me.
His newest disclosure has me rethinking my strategy. It could be the consequence of my laxity. Or more rightly the doings of a shameless creature.
‘I’m in love with Kitty.’
His words try to evade my gaze, slipping quickly to the floor. I bring my foot down hard, twice, stomping the life out of them. A nervous flicker brightens his brown eyes.
Kitty isn’t a feline companion. She’s his young secretary, the one with an hourglass figure. I could never compete with that. Wouldn’t want to. He’s not too bad for his age. Has maintained his looks and physique. Comes in handy when soaking in the waters of infidelity.
My hands want to beat him. My soul wants to leave him. But my mind tells me to relax. It’s time to release the arsenal within me.
One bomb is enough. I drop it and watch it explode.
‘David is Chole’s father. Not you.’
Chloe is our daughter. David is his brother. I’ve been having an affair with him from the past fifteen years now. A good man. Much better than him.
He closes his eyes and sinks down into the recliner. I take his place in the corner. It’s my rightful domain now.
He still listens to the woman. She guides him every day. Raama Naidu’s Wise Mother is with him forever and ever.