"And when you are done,go eat your lunch which is on the table! I was not happy with what you had prepared for breakfast so lunch is my revenge! You know very well I always voice my dissatisfaction and will not let go of such a big mistake as meals are so important to us, especially me!"
Panting from all that shouting, Gloria shuffled out of the bathroom. It seemed as though her weight was too much for knees to bear. In her clumsiness, she knocked her hip against the door-frame.
"OOOooouuuuccchhh! Call Will the contractor to get me a new door! How many times must I remind you?" she barked at poor Harold who was busy picking up her huge colorful 'smalls' scattered on the bathroom floor."See - it is all your fault if he does not come immediately. You are too laid back! You know you have to scream at the working class to get them to move their butt but you persist in being reserved so nobody takes you seriously! "
Harry sighed wearily and counted 1,2,3,.......10. He tried to stay calm lest the volcano exploded...But to no avail - not after the years of being henpecked!!!!
He took a deep breath, stamped his feet on the ground, and said affirmatively, "Enough is enough! Do you want me to explode before you can stop?
Gloria shuddered in fear, moving a step back.
"What's your problem, Harold? Trying to fight back? I am your wife - your closest friend. If there is anything you are not happy about, talk it over with me. There is no reason to stamp your feet like a spoiled brat that you are!!!" shouted Gloria with her arms akimbo.
"For years, I have tolerated your nonsense. When you wanted to go for your liposuction, I sold my golf club membership for you. When you wanted to have a face lift, I sold my Rolex watch for you and was it worth it? Gosh! Look at your face and the botched surgery! My goodness! Why do you think I am so thin? I don't have any appetite for ANYTHING after looking at your face! And you have the cheek to ask me to go to the gym???You should be the one going to the gym and swimming at the pool, not me! Take a look at the tractor tyres around your body!!!" hollered Harold at his obese wife.
"Get real, woman! Do you think a marital relationship is all about making you happy with your shopping trips or cosmetic surgeries? Is it all about watching your stupid soap operas or sharing meals with you? Have you ever thought of MY needs? Remember Maslow's hierarchy of Needs?
Gloria was stunned. This was the first time Harold actually raised his voice at her. Had he lost his marbles????
"Listen up you WOE-to-MAN"! Stop being a hypocrite by telling those ladies from your Knitting Club that all is well with us because it is not. The sooner you realize it, the better. And now if you'll excuse me, I have a sweet-young-thing waiting in her car and I'm out of here. Go wash your gigantic undies yourself!" said Harold agitatedly.
With that, he stormed out of the house, slamming the door behind him. The growl of a car engine was heard followed by screeching tyres. Gloria looked out and saw Harold with his arms around a beautiful woman.
"He will pay for this," she muttered and then cackled like a deranged witch that she was.....
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* APOLOGIES FOR THE LATE PUBLICATION OF COMMENTS AND FOR MY LATE RESPONSE. MY NEIGHBOURHOOD HAD ITS 14th POWER OUTAGE SINCE LAST SATURDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I HAD FOUR POWER FAILURES TONIGHT!!!!!!!!!!
The above story is a figment of my fertile imagination. Any resemblance to any human being/s or situation past, present or future is purely coincidental. So whose fault was it that this tragedy happened? Could the tragedy have been avoided? Do leave comment if you wish. I would love to hear your views or your version of the ending! Thanks. Have a lovely evening.
Monyet King MWS, are you trying to scare or trying to educate or trying to give your readers funny ideas ?