My Perfect Life

4 Mistakes of my past

I inserted a key into a keyhole to my new place of living and opened a door with a loud squeak. With a heavy sigh, I stepped in.

It's like I was hoping that it would magically turn out to be a penthouse. Instead it was the maximum I could afford with the amount of money I had. Thank god I got a job and I won't be kicked out from this place next month. Now all I had to do is to keep my position. How did I turn out in such a misery?

I looked around my small one-bedroom apartment. It wasn't what I was used to, but still I kinda liked it. Never in my life, I lived alone. First, it was my parents and then my husband and they always told me what to do and how was I expected to behave.

I liked the feeling that I was here on my own, with no one to control and guide me. I was free from this stupid false marriage, from my boring, ever-so-preppy, and self-righteous husband.

I put my purse on the kitchen table and walked straight to the bathroom. I turned on the water and spilled bubbles in the tube. At least I had a great bathroom with a big tube. It was always my escape, I could soak in it for hours till the skin on my toes become all wrinkled.

I returned to my bedroom to take off my clothes but was interrupted by an annoying beep from my cell phone.

Glancing on the screen I weigh the thought of not picking up, but quickly reconsidered it. My mom was a stubborn woman, she won't stop calling, and it would be better to deal with her now.

"Hi, mother," I said not bothering to keep my voice sounding more politely.

"Hello, Elizabeth, how are you?" I heard my mother's high pitched voice that makes me cringe.

"Still alive here." I couldn't make myself sound less sarcastic.

"Elizabeth, stop being so dramatic." She sighed. "Why is that so wrong, that I'm worried about my daughter's wellbeing?" A well-staged offense sipped from her tone. I rolled my eyes, annoyed.

"Nothing's wrong," My mother always had an ability to make me feel guilty,  "I'm fine, I found a job, I'll start tomorrow morning."

"Are you serious? Why do you even need to work? Stop with your foolery and stop torturing Patrick down! The boy is a wrench, he wants you back." It was not a surprise for me that my parents chose his side. I thought they were really happy to finally got rid of me and now they were nervous I would come back to them. Not a chance. I was better here, in my small old apartment than with my mother dearest.

"He spoke with you." It wasn't a question really, I knew Patrick would try any method to persuade me.

"Of course he did! He doesn't understand what he did wrong and why are you so adamant with the divorce? Neither do I and your father! Do you have another man? Is this the reason?" It was the same story for weeks. The minute I told her I left Patrick she accused me of sleeping around.

"Oh god, mom! Why can't you understand that I don't love him, I'm not happy with him!" I haven't told my parents that the real reason was him calling me a 'useless flower' and I masked my sudden want for divorce under the vogue 'he does not understand me' and 'we are too different'. It was a good enough reason and I could use it any time someone decided to stick their nose in my personal business.

"What is love darling? Love is for kids. You don't need to love him, just respect and be loyal. You had everything you wanted, he gave you everything and came to terms with your immature behavior. I think you just need a distraction, something or better, someone, to take care of."

Oh no, not this again, I'm so sick and tired of this.

"Mom I don't need kids just because I'm unhappy with the man which I call a husband!"