She’d met him just a couple of times but was immediately taken and before she knew it he’d proposed and so started her happily married life, her parents ecstatic, especially her father as her prince charming was the son of his extremely well-off college friend and he knew his daughter would never want for anything.
After the first few smiling months, she discerned he was quite controlling but she ignored it and gracefully gave in though deep in her heart knew that he wasn’t the perfect guy that she thought he was and her initial attraction was now addressed in a completely different manner, his vast knowledge which she touted proudly to her mother made her realize that he was simply too arrogant to say I don’t know, his affection for her quite ordinary and she still teared up remembering when she’d just been brought back from the labor room and overheard him state unfeelingly to his parents that all mothers have to go through this pain, in a no-big-deal tone of voice.
He didn’t restrict her much when it came to money but he was quite miserly with her as compared to his own family and even their children, a notion she at once dismissed, ashamed of her jealousy, knowing she should be happy that he loved his kids, instead she compared their overly expensive gifts to her second best brands, even though he could easily afford the best.
It painfully struck her that their repeated trips to Paris, Italy and other sought after destinations weren’t because she also wanted to go, but simply because he did, his selfish attitude hidden from her friends who gushed in awe at her luck, finding such a loaded husband who made her travel the world.
She chided herself for feeling this way, going over in her mind that he never laid a hand on her, nor abused her and even though he embarrassed her in public, targeting her sloppy cooking or her forgetful ways, this was just the way he was and she shouldn’t try to change him, even though she changed and tried to take this one-sided compromise in stride, knowing that he’d never asked her opinion about anything but she had to ask his permission before taking any step in life, be it decorating the house or being invited to dinner, always discussing it with him first, whereas he’d accept or decline any invitation without consulting her.
As years went by she wondered why he’d asked her to marry him in the first place, coming to the conclusion that it must have been her compliant nature and after figuring out the kind of man she had committed herself to, a person she felt she had to prove herself to, there was one aspect which she firmly decided she’d never renege on, which was making sure that her children and especially her sons, would never turn out like their father.
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