Who's 'him'? Probably a question lingering in everyone's mind. Who do you hate, Sharon? Who is it?
Well the question should be- who isn't 'him'? Everyone is 'him'.
Him is my father, who had the audacity to die and leave me and Cassandra alone with that witch of a woman: our grandmother (Not Sharon, she was lovely. My dad's mother. She was a big c word.)
Him is my high school boyfriend, Graham Wilson who got Ally Hills pregnant while he was still dating me.
Him is my mother, who killed herself and left me all alone. Well, she isn't a 'him' but it works, doesn't it? Maybe I'm trying too hard to sound poetic. Whatever.
Him is my aunt, who was married to that animal. The animal that almost destroyed me. Almost destroyed who I am.
But mostly, the 'him' I'm talking about is my husband. My loyal and loving husband. My husband of ten years. My sexual partner of thirteen years.
Alan Matthews.
Alan fucking Matthews.
I hate Alan Matthews.
It feels so good to say it.
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"I Hate Him"
ChickLitSharon Matthews is outspoken alright. But there's one thing, she hasn't been able to say: She hates him. Who's him? Sharon's here to tell you all about it in this monologue/short story separated into four parts.
