Little Priscilla increased the volume of the television and covered both her ears as she tried to shut out the sound of her parents quarrelling. Soon the racket of plates breaking and mugs thudding on walls reached her.
She couldn’t bear it anymore. She screamed, “Stop! Stop! Why are you fighting? You are married. You are supposed to love each other.”
Her dad turned his bruised scratched face to her and said, “But mommy and I do love each other, darling. Very much.”
Her mom slipped one arm behind his back as she looked up to his face with a smile then she turned to Priscilla. “That is true, dear. We are very much in love.”
Seeing that Priscilla was not fully convinced, her dad said, “You know why you don’t fight with strangers? Because you don’t know them. They are strangers.”
Finally Priscilla nodded her head to indicate that she agreed with her father. Twenty years passed, and after five heartbreaks, she met a perfect man who adored her.
Ten years into their relationship during one of their many strolls in the park, she confronted him and accused him of indifference. “You don’t love me!!”
He knelt at her feet. “But I do, baby. I’ve worked so hard for you all these years. I got you the house you wanted, the car you wanted, the boat you wanted and we even have the exact number of kids.”
“You’re lying, you don’t love me.”
“Is there something else you need, baby?” he pleaded, “You want to spend more time together? I can resign my job, we can go travelling, have a second honeymoon.”
Priscilla hollered; Danny really did not understand what she needed.
A gruff man came down the path and shoved her to the side as he passed, saying, “Out of my way, bitch.”
She stared after him. ♥ ♥ ♥ There went the perfect man.
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