That day is quite clear in my mind. Nothing could have stung deeper than his remarks. “No one else could endure staring at that horrible face all day long, so you should be thankful I’m here with you.” Like a broken record, his nasty remark rang in my head. I was well aware that my youth was fading when I was 67, but I had never doubted the inherent and external attractiveness of who I was. Even when I tried to seem presentable, random people would still give me curious glances. My confidence was utterly crushed by his treachery and cruel remarks.
My heart sank. This was the guy to whom I had given my life, to whom I had loved deeply, and to whom our four children were born. When did he become so heartless? The impact of his words and deeds left me bewildered and distressed for days. However, a sudden insight dawned on me. This man’s love for me had faded. The fact that we were elderly gave him the impression that he could get away with anything he wanted.
“Very well, Mister Martin,” I whispered to myself. Let’s do it the way you want. By the end of this, you will regret it.
