The Perfect Wife

New Wife, New Life

Margo returned home from her long torturous vacation from hell. She had so many questions running through her head that she didn't realize just how much she missed her family when she walked through the door.

"Margo..." Mark ran to his wife and swung her around for a hug. "I've missed you so much baby... We both have."

Margo began to cry, seeing her daughter and husband made her realize just how much she took her life here for granted. After spending the night with her daughter reading books and singing lullabies, Margo set off to find her husband in the living room.

"You know, the great thing about reading my favourite books is being able to get direct insight form the author." Mark put down one of Margos fathers books on the coffee table and motioned for his wife to come sit on his lap.

Margo couldn't find herself to focus on a conversations with Mark, she found herself looking around the living room for possible places for cameras to be hidden. She saw a few potential hiding places that she told herself she would check out when she would be alone next.

"So, the annual BBQ was held off- they must really love you around here." Mark was playing with his wife's hair as he caught her up to date with Millwood gossip. "Old lady Suzanne, kicked her husband to the curb- poor old man, had to move in with his friend." As Mark was rambling on, he noticed Margos mind was somewhere else. "Hey, if you want to talk about what happened down there... You know I'm here.. I've never worked down there before but my old man would always tell me stories about it... Guess I kind of always thought it was a urban myth..."

"I wouldn't wish it upon my worst enemy..." Margo whispered as she tried to focus her attention on Mark. "I don't even want to see the girls, especially with Rayna not being there.." Margos voice cracked, out of all the girls, Rayna was the one she could relate most to and now she was gone.

"Her husband isn't handling it well, I don't know what I'd do if I lost you..." The thought was unbearable for Mark.

"We need to help.. Maybe bring over some dinners, anything...." Margo suddenly was making a mental list of things to grab at the grocery store tomorrow.

"Ah, don't worry about it babe- he will have a replacement wife by tomorrow the latest.." Mark was still playing with her hair, but stopped when he realized Margos face was less than pleasant.

"How could you say that? Is that how you think of us? As replaceable woman." Margo got up from her husbands lap. "Because we aren't!" Margo began to cry, uncontrollably."Rayna was a person... A good person. And now she's gone... And the only person I can blame is my mothe-" Margo stopped herself quickly, she wasn't ready for anyone to know her big secret.

"Blame who?" Mark asked confused. "Baby, I don't see you as replaceable- thats just how it is here. Every house needs a wife, God knows a man can't do all the cooking and cleaning." Mark bit his tongue, saying the wrong thing once again.

"Oh- ok.. So that's all I'm good for than?" Margo stormed towards the bedroom, but stopped before entering. "You know Mark, I didn't think I could ever actually love you, but you showed me you weren't like the fucking psychopaths living in this place.. I thought you were... I don't know, different." Margo was quiet for a moment. "You can sleep on the couch tonight... Sure is great to be home."

Margo closed her door and tore all her clothes off, she forgot how much she loved her satan sheets. She had only been home for a few hours now and it wasn't all like what she dreamt of when she was gone. She had so much to deal with that all she wanted to do was sleep, but she found herself tossing and turning. For her own sanity, she took some sleeping medicine, and hoped to have a better day tomorrow.