~A Standard Life~
A Collection of Cupcake Stories
Day 4
She wakes up one day and hears the ancient calling. She gives in to her cave woman instinct and decides to take the path generations after generations of obedient and uncomplaining women took without questioning. It's her job to cook his meals. It's her duty to clean his house. It's her honor to wash, to iron, to mend and to fold his clothes. It's her life's meaning to take care of all his needs and pop out a baby every year. So she bows to his wishes. She quits her job. She forgets her dreams. She surrenders her freedom, lets go of her independence, and hands herself to him.
She smiles when he likes her pasta. She pales when he doesn't likes her cannoli. She apologizes when the babies disturb his sleep. She cooks his meals. She washes and iron and mend and fold his clothes. She cleans the house. She satisfies his needs. She pops out a baby every year. She pales when one night he says she's getting fat and unattractive. She apologizes when one morning he orders her to stop bothering him with everyday trifles and neighborhood gossips. She weeps when one afternoon he blames her for their children's wrong doings. She crumbles to the floor and cries her heart out when one dawn she finally, finally admits to herself that he has found someone else.
She thinks of her forsaken dreams. She thinks of the untaken path. She thinks of the life she didn't choose. She wants to regret her foolishness. She wants to turn back the clock. But, alas, it's too late now. Too late now.
End of Day 4
~To Love, Honour And OBEY~