by Writing Shark
The story of you and your wife
Like everything good and stable, your life has come from hard work, setbacks, suffering and struggle. You have known Hellen all your life and for you, there was no more beautiful, witty, intelligent or desirable woman than your Hellen. You admired her and to your greatest happiness you were always good friends in your childhood.
Inseparable in kindergarten and elementary school, things changed during puberty. Other things became more important, many interesting things happened, many new things. And where you tried to keep the old values, the friendship that had distinguished you, Hellen was swept away by the new life that awaited you two in high school. You parted ways, at least in school. Hellen became a beautiful cheerleader, sexy and admirable, she made new friends, joined different groups, lived her life joyfully and carefree.
And you stood there alone. Your heart was broken. You didn’t understand what had happened and your clumsy attempts to get Hellen back only led to your estrangement at home, in your neighborhood. Hellen had changed and you had to ask yourself what you were going to do with your new life.
There are guys who don’t make it and you were well on your way. You almost fled into the virtual world and more than once you found yourself munching on mountains of chips and chocolate. All to escape the thought that life is hard, dangerous and thankless. Even worse was that next door everything seemed perfect. Parties were held, people went in and out, you were never invited, could only get angry at the trash thrown over the fence onto your property. Hellen had friends, then relationships, then influence. And you stood by and watched.
It was almost over for you. You had already given up on yourself, your weight, looks, and your interaction with people. Only Hellen you had not given up in the childish hope that eventually everything would be better.
Until the day you realized that it would not get better. It would stay like this… or get worse. That day your life was decided and you decided not to be a nameless victim on the tombstone of life.
While Hellen made friends, you improved your grades. While Hellen partied, you chose your friends wisely. While Hellen was in relationships, you were getting your driver’s license. While Hellen was drinking alcohol, you quit smoking. While Hellen was partying on vacation, you were doing an internship as an engineer. While Hellen went to restaurants with her friends, you did sports at home.
That’s how you lived your lives until the end of high school. You almost made it. Your life looked good and you knew that you had a golden future ahead of you if you kept it up. It all started for Hellen, to win her back, to look better, to be stronger, to be a good man for her. It all led to the realization that you were all that without her, and more. Your looks made girls notice you, but you knew what you wanted and were content with life. You were strong and even happy. You had fought life and won often enough to feel good about yourself.
And then came the night of the prom. You were happy to be there alone, even if you did get some looks of disapproval. But you knew that none of the guys with girlfriends had the job you’d be starting after the holidays, and Hellen seemed as happy with the football star as you’d wanted her to be earlier. Even though everyone knew the relationship was in crisis, no one said so. A cheerleader belongs with a football player. And that’s why you were more surprised and shocked than ever in your life when the love of your life, your crush, your future, was suddenly standing in front of you. The evening was almost over and you were about to go to the car you had bought yourself a few weeks ago, when Hellen came up to you.
Her face was wet with tears, her cheeks flushed, otherwise she was pale as a ghost and not at all sexy in her red evening dress that her boyfriend had hardly noticed. She was shaking all over and couldn’t look at you when she asked you to take her home. You hadn’t talked for months, she hadn’t looked at you for weeks and it didn’t surprise you that now, at the end of the easy part of her life, she turned to you. It made you angry.
While you had done something for your future, not to satisfy your old man but to have the weapons that would conquer the world later, Hellen had gone the other, the easy way. And that had led her to you again. Only this time you were different. You had to ask yourself the big, important question. Past or future?
There stood Hellen, beautiful as ever, alone, dependent on you, a wet dream. But you already had a dream, recreated by you alone. And Hellen was not included in it. You did the only right thing as a man.
That night you took Hellen to your place. She was silent during the car ride and when you let her into the apartment you didn’t say a word either. The first thing you had bought with your hard-earned money was a small apartment not far from the school and Hellen had not protested when you had taken her there.
While you were getting ready for the evening, she was slumped on the sofa. You realized that whatever had happened in her life must be something big. But you had changed and life was too good to give that up. Finally, you sat down next to her.
Then you had talked.
Writing Shark 