Inferiority Complex
Authors Note:
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Logan's cheating on me. I know it. He doesn't even try to hide it anymore. He would usually make up some excuse about needing a beer, or craving a long ride with a large vibrating machine between his thighs, but not now. He just gets up in the middle of the night, gets dressed, and leaves.
I don't even get a second glance.
But what I'm beginning to realize, much to my own dismay, is that he needs her. She fulfills something in him that I can't, something that I seem to prevent him from fulfilling himself. And for that I can't hate her, no matter how much I try, and believe me, I have tried.
He comes home hours later smelling like her; smelling of her feather-like caresses, her calming whispers, and of her odor that is distinctly nothing and everything at the same time.
Once, while I was gathering our clothes to do the wash, I found a single strand of her hair. I knew it was hers, there was no doubt about that. It was rough, drying, aging. It withered in my hands and hit the floor in almost unnoticeable pieces. And I knew that he had never seen her in that way; as old. No, to him she was mature, all-knowing. While I was barely an adult...
She is my perfect opposite: Worldly, while I have hardly been anywhere. Strong, while I still need Logan to protect me. Self-assured, while I constantly second-guess myself, especially over the issue of him. And complete, where I, myself, am merely a fraction of the personalities that live in my body! In a contest of wit, force, and power, I would lose horribly.
Ya know, on second thought, I hate that bitch! Logan will always love her, even more so after I've died, and hell yes, that bitch will still be alive! He'll run to her every night, probably not even returning to the mansion, and stay with her for hours, doing nothing more than being with her, listening to her, breathing her scent that calms his nerves, diving within the presence of her that has no measurably depths to him, and reliving the only time when he's ever truly felt at home.
And that has never been with me. No, it's always with her...
And her name is Nature. The mother of all...
How can I compete with that?
-FINI
Okay, just in case everyone didn't get that, Logan is not cheating on Marie with an actual woman. The hair thing is a leaf, the caresses and whispers are the wind, and the smell is simply that of the outdoors. Okay, so I may have been reaching a little bit with this one, but bear with me. It was paved with good intentions.