OBLIVIOUS REDEMPTION

CHAPTER 89: Our Not So Perfect Ending

~Life is about accepting the challenges along the way, choosing to keep moving forward, and savoring the journey~

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Saleem

Though nobody can go back and make a new beginning, Anyone can start over and make a new ending. I and my wife chose to start over and make a new ending. That's when I figured that marriage is more complicated than I thought, but I am used to complicating my own life as if living weren't already complicated enough.

Ameerah is well again, She has healed both physically and emotionally, but she is not completely fixed. I felt sad when I realized that once people are broken in certain ways, they can't ever be fixed, and this is something nobody ever tells you when you are young and it never fails to surprise you as you grow older as you see yourself or the people in your life break

Sure, I am back with my wife, but I no longer work for her father. Though I live comfortably, enjoying all the luxuries in life. Sometimes I think, what if all the tranquility, all the comfort, all the contentment were now to come to a horrifying end? This thought scares me a lot

We were having breakfast when my wife asked where my child is, the child she once called a bastard and an abomination. I shared the depressing news with her, I told her that I have given him up for adoption for he was too much of a burden for me to carry. I thought she would be happy knowing that he is out of our lives forever, but it's quite the opposite

God was she furious. She scolded me for it and blamed me for taking away the one chance she has to being a mother from her. I was shook by her speech, It seems she's got plans for my bastard child without my knowledge.

With my permission, she used her fathers connections to locate the boy and they spent quite a fortune to take him back from his foster parents, something that I thought was impossible.

She changed his name, then replaced his surname with mine. And ever since, she took care of him like her own. She gave him a new life, a fresh start, and of course all the best things in life. He started to call her mom

I was touched by my wife's kindness and bravery, That's why I started working hard to become the person she wanted me to be, For only a few women will be able to accept and take care of another woman's child wholeheartedly

Now that I am jobless, I help Ameerah run her businesses and my monthly pay comes directly from her. If I don't behave, I get no pay. I endure and behave myself because money is my weakness and my temptation

The only good thing about this arrangement is that I have too much time at my disposal and I make good use of it by writing.

As the days went by, I started to feel trapped and more like an errand boy with no financial independence to Ameerah. All because she is jealous and insecure, she was sure to put a leash on the monster inside me.

And along the way, Shit got real. Some days we appreciate each other, and other days we get tired and feel like a burden to one another.

And Our truce, our wary tenderness, began to give way, the inevitable collapse of goodwill between two people with intertwined yet irreconcilable wishes.

Our tolerance level dropped drastically and we started to fight like cats and dogs.

Things occur beneath the surface that will eventually explode, and by then it is too late to deal with them, so the only recourse is to divorce or fight. We always chose to fight, for our love and hatred for each other are intertwined. In what we hate most lay what we love most and in what we love most lay what we hate most