My name is Charlotta Verona, I'm 25 years old, I live in New York City and I work as a journalist. I'm fortunate enough to live in a nice home with a nice husband. Well, I thought I had a nice husband.
My husband, Kaj Aravind, see we decided to keep our last names. Kaj was a 27 year old man who worked as a fitness instructor, he was such a snob. He always insisted we go to the nicest (most expensive) restaurants, sounds like fun right? It wasn't fun for me, since I always had to pay. I make good money sure but a man can pay for his own food. Right?
"I need you to go shopping this week." I say to Kaj.
"I'm cooking this week, We need to save money"
Kaj looked at me through his glasses, such a dirty stare he always gave me.
"You're a journalist Charlotta, you make good money. We can go out every night if we wanted"
Kaj tells me, laughing.
"For the love of GOD kaj. We DO go out every night. We have bills to pay, I can't afford these fancy restaurants you always suggest."
I didn't snap with Kaj very often. I get it, men take patients, like children almost.
"Well you make good mo-"
I cut him off.
"KAJ. It's almost a month until Christmas, we have things to do for that. We need to save."
He got quiet.
"Thank god" I thought to myself, he thinks he can use the excuse that "I make enough money" getting married for sure isn't all it's built up to be.
I go to bed early that night, Kaj probably didn't go shopping like I asked, just another thing I have to do.
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More red than green
HorrorCharlotta Verona, a 25 year old woman from the city, gets fed up with her husband who would use her for her money. She decided to do something about it. Just to wake up the next morning and tell her family merry Christmas.
