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Posted:Feb 25, 2009 2:40 am
Last Updated:Mar 18, 2009 6:42 pm 5940 Views
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it's hard to be a woman
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curiosity killed the cat
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Posted:Feb 25, 2009 2:35 am
Last Updated:Apr 18, 2009 12:19 pm 6439 Views
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They have moved next to us just recently, a young man with his exotic wife. I said to my husband: look papa, we have new neighbours. He grunted few unintelligible sounds without even looking up from his newspaper. I let out a long deep sigh and look again outside the window. I saw the young man opening the car door for his wife and I thought: when was the last time my own husband did that for me? Funny, but I can’t remember any occasion. That long?
Because I have so much time in my hand and feel that I’m missing something, watching my new neighbours become an obsession for me, and the more I see them the more I become discontent with my own life. Why I cannot have theirs? Much worse, I want to have hers.
Their house is a lot bigger than mine, in fact the most beautiful in the neighbourhood. And they have beautiful things inside, big expensive cars and the young man always wears coat and tie. Looking at my own husband, I wonder if I can persuade him to buy one. Not to wear everyday but on special occasions like Christmas, New Year or going to church. Perhaps I should ask him.
On rare opportunities that I have a chance to talk to the exotic wife, I always catch myself bombarding her with personal questions which she always answers with a twisted smile on the corner of her lips. As if my inquiries amuses her somehow. I am aware of how ridiculous I’m starting to behave, but it is stronger than me. I want to know everything about her, about them.
Via via (meaning their MD which is my brother-in-law) I came to know that she stops working (my dream) because she has a lot of pain (what about me?) her husband told her to stay at home and take it easy (my partner’s idea of taking it easy is to send me to the supermarket to get 6 pack) and she goes to her homeland once a year to spend few months there because she misses the sun (who’s not?) that her husband gave her diamond pierced earrings for Christmas (which automatically becomes my goal. Next year I’m going to have those too. Don’t know yet how but I will. I’m sure I will) and so fort and so on. I thought how lucky she is.
Another thing I’m obsessed about is their $ex life, maybe because mine is none-existence. I always wonder how it is to have a young man in the bed. Mine has long lost his interests with anything that resembles to it. So, I thought what if I have long, black glossy shiny straight hair? Or brown in all season petite, lithe body that have curves in all the right places? Or small perky breast? Would my man take more notice of me? Wish I had enough money to periodically dye my hair and have all year round tan. So it goes on and on, me comparing everything I don’t have with what she got. And it makes me unhappy. Unhappy and resentful towards them, towards her. Why some people have all the luck.
I will probably continue to envy her to the point of destruction if what happened last summer didn’t happen. We’re having the annual neighbourhood garden party and everybody had enough and being merry when one guy made an obscene remark about exotic women being good in bed, and about money, and p-rosti-tution and all those cliché they often associated with exotic women. I expected the young man to depend his wife but it just didn’t happen. He just stood there rooted on his spot holding his tall glass of lemonade as if he was a mere spectator to a nasty event he has nothing to do with. There and then, he falls from the pedestal before my eyes.
The exotic wife on the contrary has handled the situation very well. Didn’t create a scene, didn’t get angry, she put her inquisitor on his proper place by just one sentence. She said: “I can see you don’t have the ability or proper education to behave accordingly.” Then she left. What struck me the most is her lack of emotional reaction, not regarding us, but concerning her husband, she didn’t expect him to stand up for her, or do something. In fact, she didn’t expect anything. Then I realized that_ that was not the first time.
Since the incident I’m beginning to notice things I was blind for on previous occasions. I start to see their (for me perfect life) in another light. For instance, I know now that she is the one who always mowing the grass. On few occasions, the young man starts doing it but she ended up finishing the job. I saw her repairing their fence at the back garden, painting the shed, cutting the hedges talking to handy men and making trips to DIY shops. When I came to their door for anything, from trivial things like selling waffles to joining a club, she’s the one who has to decide what the best to do is. And she’s the one who see to it that is been done too. When she left for her country for few months, I saw dramatic changes in their house. Lights left open, doors ajar, overgrown garden, and I saw a lot of tin cans in their garbage. I thought: what would you know.
One time (because I took pity on that poor beautiful house with pretty things) I offered the young man my help to clean the house. (With pay of course) sorting the things out, trying to figured out what belong to where, I opened the wrong drawer by accident (I swear it is) and found out a very fine example and realistic looking vibrator. Shocked would not be an accurate description of what I felt that very moment. I went home, lay in my bed and had a long thought. Things aren’t always what they seem.
When my husband came home that evening, I showered him with kisses and fed him a hefty dinner. That night, he didn’t need much encouragement to re-live the night of our honeymoon. The thing in her drawer… Thank God we still didn’t need.
When she came back I saw her after few days on the top of a very tall ladder with a paintbrush in her hand. She smiled and waved to me. I waved back thinking: girl, oh girl, when will you realize? With your wits and looks, sure you can find someone who could take better of you?
Life is indeed very strange. They say you get what you deserve; I wonder.
"curiosity killed the cat but satisfaction brought it back"
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Posted:Feb 24, 2009 3:05 pm
Last Updated:Apr 11, 2009 4:32 pm 7692 Views
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i think i'm feeling better
i can think (about) $ex again
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hey...
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Posted:Feb 18, 2009 10:13 am
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2009 8:53 am 7895 Views
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I never had a slice of bread,
Particularly large and wide,
That did not fall upon the floor,
And always on the buttered side.
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at last
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Posted:Feb 8, 2009 9:48 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2009 10:42 am 6888 Views
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...back from Never, Never Land
Temporarily
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The Monkey Had A Hemorrhage
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Posted:Feb 1, 2009 5:05 pm
Last Updated:Feb 24, 2009 11:41 am 9476 Views
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husband:
The Tent Pole Is Up,
The Canvas Is Spread,
The Hell With Breakfast,
Come Back To Bed.
wife:
Take The Tent Pole Down,
Put The Canvas Away,
The Monkey Had A Hemorrhage,
No Circus Today.
husband:
The Tent Pole's Still Up,
And The Canvas Still Spread,
So Drop What You're Doing,
And Come Give Me Some Head.
wife:
I'm Sure That Your Pole's
The Best In The Land.
But I'm Busy Right Now,
So Do It By Hand!
~ rbxr
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FYI
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Posted:Jan 30, 2009 7:19 pm
Last Updated:Mar 9, 2009 8:49 am 13096 Views
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today i hit rock bottom
i wonder what next
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in sickness...
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Posted:Jan 29, 2009 5:38 am
Last Updated:Feb 18, 2009 10:35 am 7090 Views
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how i wish i could step back from my life and look at it (as an outsider)) from another perspective
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welcome to wifedom
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Posted:Jan 28, 2009 3:32 pm
Last Updated:Feb 8, 2009 12:57 pm 7152 Views
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“ How pitiful and inveterate the way
We view the paths by which our lives descended
From the far past down to the present day
And fancy those contingencies intended,
A secret destiny planned in advance
Where what is done is as it must be done
For us alone. When really it's all chance
And the special one might have been anyone.”
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