She tries to touch him. He pushes her away. calling her all sort of filthy names.
He does it all the time, treating her like she is nobody to him.
They used to be inseparable until she said ” I do”.
Gosh! How it drives her mad. She tries hard to control her own temper which is gradually welling up inside of her.
“Stop!” She begs, tears rolling down her face. She can’t stand the rejection anymore.
She moves away from him to the window. She needs fresh air.
She can feel the walls closing up on her.
She feels faint, quickly, she holds on to the window frame for support.
“Rich … Richard, I…I only want you to…… love me… I don’t think that is too much to ask… as your wif…” she tries to explain.
He cuts her off mid sentence, “You have no right! No right to demand such of me!” he barks at her “I choose when to do whatever !”
It is too much for her to bear. This is suppose to be the beginning of the rest of their life together.
It was barely a week into their ‘talk of the town wedding ceremony’.
He barely looks at her or speaks to her. she feels like a stranger in her own home.
She can’t stand it. She runs out of the house never to return.
Her lifeless body squashed like a fly under the wheels.