There she goes again. Why does she keep rocking back and forth?
Why? Is it so impossible to stand upright and not move while one is
talking? Does opening one's mouth suddenly make them susceptible to
seasickness with neither boat nor sea? You would think so, looking at
Udabee.
A part of me does understand that I shouldn't get so upset about that. It is only a minor fault, after all, hardly a mark on the giant who was once the love of my life. If I could get myself away from her, then I would not let that surpass the lovely woman that she is. But I can't.
Not since our wedding day.
At first, it didn't matter. Udabee and I were so much in love, that we thought it would conquer all. What did it matter if we could never be apart? Why would we want to be apart? We were in love! The reason we were getting married was to be with each other always! One little spell could not change our love for each other.
How very wrong we were.
Little things have overshadowed the important ones. I no longer see Udabee when I look in her direction. I see an impossibly annoying female giant who is incapable of standing still while talking. I know that when she looks at me, she sees a giant whose fingernails are orally fixated. We understand, on some level, that these things have no bearing on the kind of person we are. But we have no respite.
When she goes into a room, I am compelled against my will to follow her. She has the same urge. I cannot bathe unless she is in the room with me. She cannot go to bed if I do not want to.
We can have no privacy.
Eventually, we were compelled to make a schedule. Now, on day one, Udabee controls where we travel. On day two, it is I who does this.
It is not a way for a married couple to live.
For ten years, we have suffered like this. We have not touched each other in at least seven. Occasionally, we have small bouts of happiness, of friendship. We are able to stand, even to enjoy, one another's company for at least a few hours.
We don't enjoy love, however.
It has come to our attention that Lucinda, the transmitter of this curse, has renounced big magic. She is, apparently, quite sorry for what she has done to her victims.
The wench.
If she truly was sorry, why did she not free us from this torment? Why do we continue to suffer, day after day after day? Why do other couples enjoy their lives together, while we live in our own personal hell? It isn't fair.
Nothing is fair anymore.
And so, here we are today. Annoyed to the core of our very beings by each other, no trace of the loving newly weds we once were. Sometimes we are able to sorrowfully reminisce on happier times, but our respective nail biting and rocking soon swallows them up. We most likely will never be happy again.
Darn that Lucinda.
A part of me does understand that I shouldn't get so upset about that. It is only a minor fault, after all, hardly a mark on the giant who was once the love of my life. If I could get myself away from her, then I would not let that surpass the lovely woman that she is. But I can't.
Not since our wedding day.
At first, it didn't matter. Udabee and I were so much in love, that we thought it would conquer all. What did it matter if we could never be apart? Why would we want to be apart? We were in love! The reason we were getting married was to be with each other always! One little spell could not change our love for each other.
How very wrong we were.
Little things have overshadowed the important ones. I no longer see Udabee when I look in her direction. I see an impossibly annoying female giant who is incapable of standing still while talking. I know that when she looks at me, she sees a giant whose fingernails are orally fixated. We understand, on some level, that these things have no bearing on the kind of person we are. But we have no respite.
When she goes into a room, I am compelled against my will to follow her. She has the same urge. I cannot bathe unless she is in the room with me. She cannot go to bed if I do not want to.
We can have no privacy.
Eventually, we were compelled to make a schedule. Now, on day one, Udabee controls where we travel. On day two, it is I who does this.
It is not a way for a married couple to live.
For ten years, we have suffered like this. We have not touched each other in at least seven. Occasionally, we have small bouts of happiness, of friendship. We are able to stand, even to enjoy, one another's company for at least a few hours.
We don't enjoy love, however.
It has come to our attention that Lucinda, the transmitter of this curse, has renounced big magic. She is, apparently, quite sorry for what she has done to her victims.
The wench.
If she truly was sorry, why did she not free us from this torment? Why do we continue to suffer, day after day after day? Why do other couples enjoy their lives together, while we live in our own personal hell? It isn't fair.
Nothing is fair anymore.
And so, here we are today. Annoyed to the core of our very beings by each other, no trace of the loving newly weds we once were. Sometimes we are able to sorrowfully reminisce on happier times, but our respective nail biting and rocking soon swallows them up. We most likely will never be happy again.
Darn that Lucinda.