She has always been my elegant and graceful wife. Well dressed, neat, clear headed, that are her qualities that make her so special to me. She takes great care of her vanity. Sometimes, I miss her being messed up and not being perfect.
Her deep blue eyes never reveal the thunderstorms going inside her. She is an emotionally closed person. Sharing, her feelings and emotions, is not her cup of tea. In 30 Years of our marriage I have never been able to penetrate into her self- imposed castle, around her feelings.
She has been a very supportive wife and a great mother. She has done a great job running the household impeccably. She is a very strong self made woman. She has handled all her problems herself. I was not allowed to be a part of her sentiments. She didn’t want anybody to believe that she was weak.
She has got her share of ups and downs in her life, but she has always endured it with calm and composure. Our first child died young, she grieved, but was self possessed. Our daughter got married, she was very happy, but she was not over excited. Our younger son announced he was gay; she was concerned, yet collected. To outsiders she may seem uncaring, but I think with every blow in her life something broke inside her. Happy or not she lived in her own world.
Today is different. She is a mess. I have never seen her in such hysteria ever before. For the first time, since I have known her, she has lost control of herself. She has never needed a shoulder to cry on. Today she is leaning on me and howling like a baby.
In her hand I saw an envelope, to which she is hanging on to for her dear life. This was the cause of her misery. Now I remembered her mammography report was due today. With trembling hands and bated breath, I open the envelope, fearing the worst has occurred.
The report is negative.
“What is the reason for your sorrow ,darling?” I asked her
Between the sobs she replied” I forgot to pay for our health insurance. They didn’t pay for the doctor and tests. I have failed you.”
I kissed her long and hard before telling her” I love you more when you are a little less perfect,and little bit upset.I won’t lie; I am a little aroused ,by seeing my damsel in distress.
Logicalmaya 