An Estranged Wife

Letter 6- Unforgettable Party!

Dear Love,

Today five months have passed since I walked out of your life, out of our sacred bond which was the reason of my existence once upon a time, but there has not been any sign of you.

Not that I expect you to come and crawl at my feet, I did think that in these months of separation, for once you would look back and see where you went wrong. The question is did you ever even believe that you did wrong to someone?

Perhaps, you are too much drowned in alcohol or your girlfriend to remember that once you were even married.

No worries, my job is to remind you of our marriage only.

Remember you told me to never give my attention to anyone else, and even when I am not with you, how could I disobey you, Love?

My mighty fine husband would break the glasses otherwise, and and I would be forced to clean them until the dawn.

Did something struck your mind reading this?

A memory! A hazy and faint memory of that very party which you held at the cost of me. Yes, at my cost because it was definitely your party but what work did you even do for it?

You shopped, you dressed up and like a lazy douchebag applied tons of gel in your hair and stood at the entrance to greet your wasted friends. It was me, who did everything from cooking to arranging the house even when my body was drowned in fever.

But like a hopeless fool, drowned in your love, I did everything. And you watched like a shameless moron. I think even the word moron would be less your honour, honey?

How about we say a tainted statue of tainted ego?

It does sound huge for you. Especially, if your lover is addressing you, it should be more unique. Isn't it?

Drowned in the alcohol you people partied till late night, while away from you, I stood in the kitchen like a maid waiting for you people to at least wrap up the disgusting music which caused a migraine in my system.

But it wasn't alone me complaining, even our neighbors knocked on our back yard, all ready to teach you some colony manners. But like your shield, I stood at the door stopping them from barging inside your house to knock you down. Hopeless again.

I now wish how I shouldn't have taken their jabs on myself, and should have allowed them to come and punch you for ruining their peace. You deserved it then. Didn't you my dear Love?

When they called you wasted bastard, I pounced on them like a wounded tigress unable to bear the sham at you, but so sorry to add now that you are really one in my sight as well now.
They threw their insults on me and I took them for you silently. When they left, I washed my face again; if you think I cried then you are wrong. I didn't cried; I was pale, ready to faint due to the stress on my system but there was no hand to hold me.

I washed and washed my face removing every trace of yellow from my face. Even though I wasn't in a mood to apply make up, I applied bit of it for your sake because I didn't want your friends to say that you married an ugly girl.

Yes, I was normal looking in front of you, but I wasn't an ugly duckling. But in your conscience maybe I was, that's why you stayed numb when your female colleague told you that I was an ugly duckling while you were a white prince.

No one greeted me nor looked my way; I was considered a maid in front of you who was there to serve refreshments. I stood watching you laugh, dance, and have the merry moment.

Not for once you tried to ask me to join you. Why? Was I so worthless in your eyes that you couldn't offer me to join you?

I stood watching, and suddenly your male colleague pulled me in a corner and began touching me in appropriately.